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A throwback of the past I seek, a stepback into history I wanna take. Or perhaps, a kind soul with the magical ability would pilfer all my unwanted wrongs.

For all the fun had and the experiences shared, I've lost so much more over the summer than I'd gained. Yes, this feeling has been bothering me all along but as the date draws nearer, all of a sudden it just feels as though this issue has been thrown under the microscope and magnified right infront of me very eyes. See, I would liken the situation to that when faced with making the choice between a vintage 1963 pinot and the best wine you've just ever created.

Option 1: The pinot, all of 42 years old, has been stored to perfection in a French cellar and is now ready to be broken out fer a party consisting of your closest friends along the French Riviera. The beautiful flowers, the cheese platters, the magnificent company, all under the nice glowing sun whilst savouring the pinot.

Option 2: Having had your hands in wine making fer most of your life, you've created a batch of your best wine ever after toiling and sweating, crushing and fermenting the grapes. You've worked so hard and the wine has this special connection to you but you cant consume it as yet cause it has to be kept. Unlike the '63 pinot, yours can be kept fer as long as you want with a high possibility you'll savour it more, with the catch being that you gotta stand the test of time.

Instant gratification with a fantastic vintage or the build up of a good wine with a personal touch with the end result being that you'll savour it more? Havin to draw from the experiences of the past few months, I would definately go wit option 2. Yes, theres no gurantee that your wine may be of as high a standard as the pinot's but at least the possibility that you'll savour it more is higher. One more thing, what if the pinot, as fantastic as it is isn't suitable for you? Definately you wun encounter such a probelm with your hand made wine as love and sweat went into making it.