Memories

Forever
an endless amount of time
Time
an essence forever moving

Today
tomorrow has yet to come
Tomorrow
today will be but a memory

together, all are
Opposites
keep us apart

but we will dream of
Tomorrow
while we hold onto
Today

and though we cannot control
Time
our love will last
Forever

      Memories. From the moment we are born we are creating memories..with each hour, each minute.  Memories.  Always there for you to turn to, to lift you up when you need it most.  Memories.  The greatest source of pain.

      When living a life of memories, the lonliest life possible is being lived.

      Some days you can keep your memories tucked within you, allowing meerly the pleasant experiences to escape.  But at night, laying in your bed, no longer protected by the day’s distractions, the rest of them lurk within you and slowy crawl from their caverns.  Softly, without warning, they surround you and attack.  The flood of guilt, lies, angish, pain comes suddenly.  It overwhelms you.  It crushes you in its jaws until you are nothing, until you are barely breathing.  Relentless.  The attack continues, until finally, all goes black.  You slip into a dream world, misty with memories.  They wizz about your head.  Each time you reach…extend you arms so far…and manage to grasp one tiny fragment, it is but a moment before it slips though your fingers and it is gone.  You struggle, you try so hard, you can almost feel the memories, but each time they escape you.

      Daylight arrives and the tormentors crawl back into their lairs once again.  The ditractions of the day have arrived, but deep inside you always know they are there…lurking…waiting until night to attack again.

You

Did you ever notice how sometimes we give strong advice to others, yet overlook that advice in our own lives? We seem to be able to save the world, yet have no clue how to help ourselves. I’ve been called cute and adorable, and cold and distant. I’ve been called both smart and retarded. I’ve been called beautiful and unattractive. I’ve even been called innocent and a slut. On occasion I allow the negative titles to get to me and tear apart my soul. But tonight, something triggered a memory from Spanish. It was one of those “duh” moments where you want to kick yourself. It was one of those things everyone rolls their eyes at you for, but that you truly had to figure out yourself to understand. This past week *the* freshman from Spanish turned around and inquired as to what I thought of him without his glasses on. Wanting to make a point, I replied, “If I wore purple pants instead of black pants tomorrow, would I still be the same person?” He nodded. I simply smiled and turned back to continue with my own work. I should have listened to my own advice much earlier.
So, how does this all connect, you might ask. Well, you could call rain snow and it’d still be just as wet. Or as Shakespeare put it, “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” ~Romeo and Juliet. The point being, descriptions I’m given are merely perception and opinions of people. Regardless of what they call me I’m still the same person. Many people, who I cherish and love, drive others insane. Yet that person is always the same person inside…the difference is in the onlookers opinions, not in the person them self. The only thing that truly matters is if you, yourself are pleased with who you are as a person.

Love

 

“Love is such a strange thing. It’s like fire. Fire can warm you and keep you alive, yet is can just as easily become uncontrolled and kill you. Love’s just one of those things I doubt we’ll ever come to understand. If love is such a wonderful thing, then why does it have to be so grueling…or at that point is it no longer love? Ah, questions that have no definite answer…only opinion. Well, here’s my opinion for you. True, ideal love (which is extraordinarily rare) is limitless and is simply always wanting the best for those you love. This love is completely selfless. It’s the only thing that can defy time a distance, and has more power than hatred.

“We’re the bridge across forever, arching above the sea, adventuring for our pleasure, living mysteries for the fun of it, choosing disasters triumphs challenges impossible odds, testing ourselves over and again, learning love and love and LOVE!” ~ The Bridge Across Forever

Now really consider this…
If you always wanted the best for those you loved, it would be a lot less painless. If their happiness, not your own happiness, was always your first priority, love would be a lot simpler. Then it would only hurt when our friends were unhappy, and we’d be more apt to help them. Unfortunately, society teaches us very differently. Society teaches us a greedy, selfish “love” (if it can even be called that) filled with pain and numbness. We’re no longer being warmed by the fire, but engulfed in flame and burned. Life becomes an impossible mission. After all, it is by not always thinking of yourself, if you can manage it, that you might somehow be happy. Until you make room in your life for someone as important to you as yourself, you will always be searching and lost…
Now imagine if this ideal love became a global phenomenon…we’d have a completely different world. No war, no hate, just pure love. Unfortunately it’s a dream that will never become reality. Still, the second you give up, the second you accept the cards life has dealt you, the second you begin to truly love, everything seems to come together and you are ultimately free.

“…there is such a thing as perfection…and our purpose for living is to find that perfection and show it forth….Each of us is in truth an unlimited idea of freedom. Everything that limits us we have to put aside.” ~ Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Alright, enough lecturing for now. I’ve probably scared or bored you to death by now. Just a thought to throw on the table.”