Pieces of My Mind
25 Apr
It’s strange, how hindsight affords you with perfect vision. It always happens like that, huh? In hindsight, you always realize some seemingly insignificant moment in the timeline that could’ve made all the difference. More often than not, there’s more than one.
Oh, all the choices we make.
Shed
Like a carcass
A freed shell
Old skin
Stuck between rocks
On a lush forest floor
Disposed
Its owner long gone
With a shiny new coat
Moving on doesn’t have to be about forgetting. It doesn’t have to be painful to know that I have a past that was once more beautiful than my present. It doesn’t have to be about loss. I have lost nothing, and will loose nothing if I let myself remember. Instead of putting the memories away in a dusty room and locking the door, I should carry the memories with me and frequently reminisce in them to remind myself of the beauty that is possible. Instead of regarding the experience as a failure that shattered my concept of love, it is much more accurate to say that the experience was an affirmation of the existence of love – that it is not simply a naïve notion manufactured by Hollywood, and that those who deny its existence are the truly ignorant.
So, I’ll allow myself to wallow in these nostalgic memories and be content.
Yes that’s very true. Everything is so much clearer in hindsight. Tons of ‘what ifs…’ spring to mind. I often think, ‘damn I wish I had done this’ or ‘I wish I did this differently’ then a second later I’m thinking, ‘hold on 1 second.. nothings perfect. This is what life is like. Accept it, embrace it, learn and enjoy it.’
And I think you phrased the whole, the experience was an affirmation of the existance of love.. beautifully! I 100% agree and understand what you mean. I now try to hold on to good memories all that I can.
By the way, I visited yesterday and read your last blog.. didn’t have a chance to comment then but I just wanted to say that I love the way you worded the entry and it really made me laugh :D. You have gained yourself a regular visitor as I plan to check up on your blog often.
Take care :)
You’re right. That’s always the way I’ve lived my life. Rather, I decided to “let go” of what hurt me, and find something new. The memory of my experience somewhat faded, but it probably more immersed itself and became something that defined myself.
I once learned that the one step that is often forgotten in making a decision is to look back on it later.