30 days of writing challenge — day 3: a memory

2 min readOct 4, 2020
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mem·o·ry | /ˈmem(ə)rē/: something remembered from the past; a recollection.

there’s one old memory that is forever engraved in myself, in my soul, in the deepest part of my heart and mind. and i think this is the right time to talk about it.

when i was around 12 or 13 years old, i went for a little family trip to somewhere west where the beaches are. i have never been there before, and it was probably my first and last time there. i was never a big fan on a family trip, because my parents were always arguing with each other and they would just turns the situation worse than before. and it would automatically become a mess and not what we usually called a “vacation”. but aside from all that, i think it was my most meaningful vacation. the reason of why is probably because i was in a bad place that time; a depressed teenager seeking for a light way out of this cruel world and surroundings. and when i finally see it, i see it.

there i was standing at the shore, barefoot, staring blankly at the end of the endless sea, 5 pm all alone, no thoughts in mind, serenely. the sun setting down, there were fishermen, random birds swarming around the mesmerizing gloomy sky, forming a smile on my face and lastly, to breathe tranquilly. it was that time i felt in peace, so peacefully to the point where i know that, if you ever feel sad just believe that you would never be sad forever. you have to build that positive thoughts within you and let the good emotion take care of you. that feeling sad is just a phase of life you have to go through, it’s just another page of your book. you should never, ever let yourself be clouded by that emotion because it will haunt you and stays within you for such a long, long time. i fully understand that it is not an easy thing to do, but at least, try?

since then, beaches have become my safe place to go whenever i feel.. gloomy. but it is also a problem since i permanently live in a big city where the buildings are, and i was temporarily studying in a city where there are no beaches around. that’s why whenever i plan an upcoming holiday, i would just pick wherever it is as long as the beach is there. it becomes a place i must, need, have to go; wherever and whenever. living in the island of god has recently become my dream because, well, its where the beaches are.

i’m pretty sure you also have ‘the place’ you always go to, if yes, where is it?




living life through the city’s owned traffic jam at its best and skyscrapers hitting the polluted sky, but surely trying my best to survive. cheers.