OLD POST: REST IN PEACE BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES

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This was supposed to be a poem but it turned out too lengthy

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Have you ever been so mesmerized by the sweet tales of events that have for long stopped being an important part of your present reality? Things or people you could once see, love, touch, hate and probably never appreciate. Things and people you could once hold, slip carefully right through your fingertips. It’s a surreal feeling, almost maddening. Like, just minutes ago they were there, right in the front seat of your car, right on the phone with you. And you could swear you knew the next 10-20 sentences they would utter the following minute. You practically knew everything about them—their best and worst possible features.

Most times we fill the space between now and then with these memories and they distort time itself. Unknown to us we ignore the lapse between times, but it’s been a long time, and time has moved past those memories but then, it doesn’t matter because these memories are so beautiful. They form the basic foundation by which you approach the world and the people in your sphere, making reference to them when the slightest opportunity presents itself. So you cowardly and slowly travel with these beautiful memories, but time has eluded you.

Memories are beautiful. Sometimes they are the only things that keep us going, but despite all the wonderful things a good memory can inspire life, I have learnt, will always present us with new opportunities—an array of beauty that will surpass whatever memory we hold on to so dearly.

So I ask: why don’t we just let go of these beautiful memories that have guided and characterized our fears, expectations, and life? Memories here, memories there, memories everywhere but hey! No one needs to be reminded of the things they already know. So, pardon my deliberate attempt to reaffirm that which irritates you; that which has paralyzed you, restricting you to this beautiful place of memories

One of the essential things about life is the ability to create within one’s sphere, with each passing day, memories worth remembering. Mind you, the process itself is more vital than its result. So don’t close your eyes too long and fantasize about a life you once had, they cease to exist.

©nonsowrites

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