Leaving as students, ruining our lives, returning as adults

those were the best days of my life...the nostalgia is still there and my thoughts, even if not as often as one year ago, run to the same small and beautiful German town of Bielefeld, as well as towards the so very many friends I made during my two semesters as an Erasmus.
I do not know whether I have returned more of a man or not, but what is certain is that I am indescribably richer inside, more open-minded and considerably more conscious of myself.

sometimes

sometimes you lose something just for the sake of finding it back later on in your life. sometimes what you lose is gone for eternity and sometimes it comes back to you out of nowhere, like a Christmas miracle on an average night. there are times when only losing something makes you realize you were the owner of a thing others only dream of. a saying that goes around tells that if you love someone, let it free, for if it trully is yours, it shall come back to forever stay. some would say that finding something considered lost is but a matter of sheer luck; I would add a drop of destiny to that. and a touch of divine intervention.