Thursday, April 24, 2008
A Sad Post & Preemptive Apologies
I worry that one day I will forget my friends and loved ones. I realized, working late one night, listening to music shared by those closest to me, that my better parts have been strewn about the country. I worry that in time I will forget these people and the things that bind us. I worry that against the persistent blare of new experiences and people, I too will be forgotten. There is a certain beauty to all of this; and yet, its realization brought to me a pain and dissatisfaction that settled in a place which for the larger part of my youth I had thought not to exist.
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Correct me if I am wrong but, I feel as though you speak of and from the heart. And there is beauty in such a profound realization. When we share experiences, of any nature, with others we are alive in the moment and part of us will always want to retain that feeling forever. The solution to many of my 'problems' has, of late, been the saying "this too shall pass". When this statement is applied to good times though, things get a little more real.
Living within the confines of the paradox (which can be seen as the ability to put ones self in any number of shoes) we generally tend towards the extreme boundaries of a black and white world. But if we can put two different shoes on at the same time we may be able to find comfort in the grey.
Knowing that suffering is a part of existence and preparing ones self accordingly we may enable ourselves to welcome these painful realizations understanding that we will inevitably, given enough time and space, encounter more moments of connectivity. Thus increasing both joy and pain and the tweeing path created in an eternal back and forth.
On forgetting. The mind will forget what is necessary to ensure the growth and sustainability of its carrier. The heart, on the otherhand, will never forget. The heart is incapable of forgetting. It's memory (yours and mine alike) continually spreads throughout the entirety of our being for years to come. And when the moment comes for us to pass, the memory of our heart will find its ways to the ventricals of our larger being, earth. The memories will then live on through our other body, eventually being released and kept alive long enough to escape to the pool (from whence it came) where it will all be mixed up again and sent back with an updated set of instructions, unknown.
If this optimism seems a bit tart, forgive me for having gone on and I understand enough to know that my terrible mind is capable of painting a more pleasant picture than I am able to believe at times.
Still though, bury me without a casket so as to hasten my return.
Shut up trey
Sounds like you've been reading too much Tolkein lately...
And you have it all wrong. We might be all over the damn place, but that's the beauty of true friendship. We'll occassionally without warning bump into each other and it'll be like we never got seperated in the first place. Besides, you're kind of hard to forget :P
Vik, you underestimate my powers of reason and understanding: there is no such thing as "too much Tolkien."
no elaborate posturing?! i cant believe it. finally!
sheesh.
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