Exploring how one angsty, tired, bitchy, artist gets pissed off at the world on a daily basis.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Thanks for the memories...
Life is a collection of the good and the bad. I wish I could keep it all. I feel like there are so many lost moments in my life. Exact emotions and feelings that I can never replicate. I want to remember every ounce of love I feel, every moment I feel alive, every fight I have with the people I love, every random act of kindness from the people that truly care about me, the tiny insignificant moments that touch you for just a second, friends and families reactions to life's highlights, every funny quip I ever spouted off, every time my friends make me laugh until my stomach hurts, those favorite songs that take you right back to a place from your past, the look in someones eyes when you know they truly love you, that feeling in the dark corner of your heart when you know something isn't right, that moment you know something good has to end, the faint whiff of a perfume you wore on a first date. I want to remember the first time Case told me he loved me. I want to remember the first time I held my baby sister. I want to remember the first time I realized I trust Nick with my life. I want to remember the first time I realized Samantha was/is my best friend. I want to remember the first time I was really depressed. I want to remember the look on my dad's face when I got the keys to my first house. I want to remember the first time I drove my own car. I want to remember how it feels to get your heart broken. How do you keep it all? These moments and memories are mine. Sometimes they are all you have left of a person or place. I think I'm trying so hard to push the crazies out of my mind, that I don't have enough energy left to accurately preserve all the times that mean the most to me. I try so hard to keep my shit together, that what I end up feeling is even more loss. I wish I could watch the video of my life, fast-forward through the bad times, and watch those amazing moments over and over again. What is the happiest moment in your life to date? Do you remember every single tiny little fact about that moment? Will you still in 10 years? What about when your all but at the end of your life? Shouldn't it be a right to keep the good times? Maybe wishing for all the memories is the best you can do.
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Journal everything...the good, the bad, happy and sad. I still have my journal from when I started dating my husband. Two weeks into our relationship, when I was sixteen, I knew he was the man I was going to marry. Journal everything. Scrap book...do something because one day you can be looking at that journal and you will remember.
And thank you...cause of this post, I'm going to steal your idea.
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