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May 17, 2012 - Packing Up
I am a hoarder; it is extremely difficult for me to discard something that I can trace memories with, even when it has long lost its functionality. This fact manifests as a major dilemma when it comes time to clean up and pack my belongings for a move - the limited number of items I can bring means deciding between what to keep and what to lose forever.
Two days ago, I found myself again at the same crossroad. Fiddling through every paper and trinket caused a memory to be recalled, a feeling to be unleashed, a time remembered of how it became a part of my life… glancing towards the garbage can, all I could think of was how it meant an irreversible “goodbye forever”. Possessed by these thoughts and emotions, it was near impossible for me to break through the restraints and throw anything away.
But there was no room left in the suitcases - without a choice, I tore myself away from those old things and deposited them between the donations and trash bins. Without removing the old, there would be no room for the new - I’ve had my time with them, and it is time to simply save the memories and move on.
Maybe it’s time for all of us to finally let go of the old, and move on.
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May 16, 2012 - Pen and Paper
There are some people who always tell each other, tell themselves…”it’s meant to be”, or that it wasn’t. They speak of life as if every letter and every word is simply a piece of predetermined narration, one that has already been penned in irrevocable ink by immovable hands.
Then there are the others, who argue with complete conviction that every soul is in total control of its own direction, in reality unaffected by the myth of “destiny”.
I find that life seems most to be not one or the other, but instead an almost perfect cross between the two camps.
I believe Fate is what brings two together in this ocean of time and chance - it plays a role no greater than the messenger who brings the pen to the paper. But the story that is written… the content, the length, the value… that is all completely decided by the two who write in unison. See, there is no “meant to be” or “not meant to be” - we were all meant to come together, just as these words were meant to be seen by the eyes reading them now. And just as you can do whatsoever you please with these words in regards to your own life, the pen now rests in your fingers, its tip against the parchment offered by Fate, ready to compose the story of you.
April 7, 2012 - Those Right Lights
It’s been two full years since I believed in catching sight of “Those Bright Lights”… but time has taught me that though we may fail over and over again, it’s never too late to try and do everything over, the right way. Those bright lights I found before, have proven to be nothing but a rest stop, a respite…a temporary refuge, before once more picking up all possessions and moving along. But this time, I won’t be discouraged, because I know that one day I will catch in my sight the lights of the city where I will finally find a permanent abode.
So now, let’s do it all over again, correctly this time, every step of the way. No more rushing, no more hurrying along the natural process. This time, I’ll let it all fall into place naturally, by its own accord, a perfect fit at every step - this time, let’s do it right, so we don’t find these new lights behind us once more some day.
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March 25, 2012 - The Irony of Our Honesty
Honesty, the truth…every person claims to love these ideals, professes that they embrace their presentation - but no one wants to hear it when it brings discomfort. So this system of irony develops where truth is wanted, but only when it’s sweet to the ears… because of this, these once-pure virtues have become prostituted down to an almost meaningless degree, a mere shadow of their former selves.
Yes, it sometimes hurts to hear the truth…but what most people don’t realize is that, it hurts just as much for the one telling you those words. Because true honesty has become so rare, revealing honest thoughts to another has become a matter intermixed with fear; the fear of losing a friend, the fear of causing irreparable hurt, the fear of stepping out of line from all others who continue to supply untrue but sweet music to the ears - only a genuine person would be able to surmount all these personal inhibitions to present for your benefit all the words that you do not want to hear.
The fear is painful, especially for someone who doesn’t wish to conform to using the filter impressed into a majority of minds - a filter that screens out every bit of unpleasant truth. It’s a lonely world for those few left that reject telling lies to their friends and loved ones, as the world increasingly rejects them. But maybe we can reverse this process, and by allowing ourselves to be pierced with truthful thorns, help bring back a world where the truth no longer needs to go into hiding.
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