It's true, you know, memories can be tricky and if you live long enough you may be able to understand what that means. Memories of someone, something, feelings, the sum total of which makes us each unique in our own right.
Our genetic make up is darn right clever. Sometimes, there are things we would rather not remember, yet it stays there, locked away tight in the closet of our soul..lurking for a vulnerable moment to tumble out when least expected.
Myself, I'm a timeline memory keeper - I lock them all away and organize them like any good secretary would organize tax papers, invoices and purchase orders. Sometimes I think my memory has better organization than real life, but the memories are just as messy as my desk. A messy conglomeration of things that were either extremely happy or sentimental and trigger a golf ball in my throat.
Memories of people who are still with us that are happy times, parties, celebrations and milestones or achievements are the icing on the cake.
Memories of people who are still around but something or somehow changed can be painful and while safely tucked away in the closet, can lurk close to the surface when something, anything, serves as a reminder like a "tickler file" and there goes the mascara. It's times like those that on the surface I appear as calm as a little duck in a pond, but underneath the little duck is paddling like hell to keep moving forward.
Whoever said "sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is a straight out jackass. Words linger like a memory especially when they tumble out of someone's mouth and sting..words that are everything to the contrary of what you thought to be "real".
Memories...most of mine are happy, cheery memories that are as much a part of me and who I am as yours are to you. Sometimes, they hang around like an unwanted cold and spatter molecules of things better off left in that dark closet or blown into a Kleenex. You see, people change, things change, life changes, but memories stay the same. It was something real at a point in time, whether that be good, bad or indifferent. You simply have to stop pacing in front of the closet, grab that memory out, shake it up good and stick it back where it belongs. In the past. The past isn't going where you are, nor is whoever was in the memory (most likely).
The future is where you're going and those memories need to go. Eventually, you stop pacing in front of the closet, choosing not to grab the memory and instead leave it. Because it's simple, they will never change, they're always going to be there. It's time to eliminate the reminders of those memories so you don't have to paddle so darn fast under water. It's okay not to be calm all the time. It's okay to shed a tear or two or three. It's okay because it's better to feel than to not feel. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.
People change. Let them. When someone shows you who they are the first time, believe it. Not everyone is going to care about you the way you care about them. Maybe they do in their own way, but you can't change that...leave them a memory.
Our genetic make up is darn right clever. Sometimes, there are things we would rather not remember, yet it stays there, locked away tight in the closet of our soul..lurking for a vulnerable moment to tumble out when least expected.
Myself, I'm a timeline memory keeper - I lock them all away and organize them like any good secretary would organize tax papers, invoices and purchase orders. Sometimes I think my memory has better organization than real life, but the memories are just as messy as my desk. A messy conglomeration of things that were either extremely happy or sentimental and trigger a golf ball in my throat.
Memories of people who are still with us that are happy times, parties, celebrations and milestones or achievements are the icing on the cake.
Memories of people who are still around but something or somehow changed can be painful and while safely tucked away in the closet, can lurk close to the surface when something, anything, serves as a reminder like a "tickler file" and there goes the mascara. It's times like those that on the surface I appear as calm as a little duck in a pond, but underneath the little duck is paddling like hell to keep moving forward.
Whoever said "sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me" is a straight out jackass. Words linger like a memory especially when they tumble out of someone's mouth and sting..words that are everything to the contrary of what you thought to be "real".
Memories...most of mine are happy, cheery memories that are as much a part of me and who I am as yours are to you. Sometimes, they hang around like an unwanted cold and spatter molecules of things better off left in that dark closet or blown into a Kleenex. You see, people change, things change, life changes, but memories stay the same. It was something real at a point in time, whether that be good, bad or indifferent. You simply have to stop pacing in front of the closet, grab that memory out, shake it up good and stick it back where it belongs. In the past. The past isn't going where you are, nor is whoever was in the memory (most likely).
The future is where you're going and those memories need to go. Eventually, you stop pacing in front of the closet, choosing not to grab the memory and instead leave it. Because it's simple, they will never change, they're always going to be there. It's time to eliminate the reminders of those memories so you don't have to paddle so darn fast under water. It's okay not to be calm all the time. It's okay to shed a tear or two or three. It's okay because it's better to feel than to not feel. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.
People change. Let them. When someone shows you who they are the first time, believe it. Not everyone is going to care about you the way you care about them. Maybe they do in their own way, but you can't change that...leave them a memory.
