My Missing Swing and its Implications

Oddly enough as Shamli pointed out to me, my red swing has disappeared. I still look in that direction hoping that it it will be put up again. But I know it is just wishful thinking.

Although it has made me realize something. Nothing lasts forever (yeah I know that sounds corny). It was on one of these bus rides when the bus was making its way through Bolarum that I was thinking to myself what a lovely, sleepy village it is with it's quaint bungalows and houses. It then struck me that this might just be one of the last times I would be making this journey in my life and in all probabilty I will never know whether Bolarum will remain quaint and sleepy as it is now.

In the same vein, the newly developing houses outside college will totally destroy the view of the lake as I know of it. And this process of de-beautifying the lake is irreversible.

So I guess I was wrong in my last post. There are no constants in life. My assumption of the so-called constants are just vignettes of life that you tuck away into the recesses of your mind, believing that they will remain the same forever.