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Memories

{ July 23, 2008 @ 4:24 pm } · { thoughts }
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Our memories are the only thing that keep us sane when everything else seems to be gone. When all hope is lost, memories are what we turn to; to remember what we used to be, the people we used to love. Memories are things to be cherished. They remain with us forever, even when the people and the places are long gone. But a little known fact is the memories are not just stumbled upon. The reason we have this to fall back on – it’s us. We don’t just have memories. We create memories. They begin with the people we associate with, what we choose to do with life, and where we want to be. Memories are the offspring of our failures, our sucesses, and our happiest times.

Although they are the perfect thing to comfort us when we’re feeling down, there’s something we’re forgetting. We musn’t cling to our memories like a drowning person holding onto a lifesaver. We have to live within every moment… we have to jump at every chance to create more of our own, happy memories.

Different much?

{ July 5, 2008 @ 10:00 am } · { thoughts }
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And when our bodies have decomposed, all that is left are bones. That’s when we realise that, really, we weren’t all that different after all.

Headstones

{ July 5, 2008 @ 9:46 am } · { thoughts }
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Don’t you ever wonder why we can be “unique”? If we take everyday tasks and duties, what do we have left? If we forget about all the factors that make us the same, what remains to make us different? If we erase prejudices such as age, gender, race, nationality… what is it that actually defines us? How will we be remembered when we’re gone? What will be written under out names on our grave? And… did we make enough of an impact on the world that they’ll still bring us flowers when we’re six feet under?

The deep end

{ July 3, 2008 @ 4:04 pm } · { opinions }
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Wallowing in self-pity is slightly reassuring. It’s a reminder that somebody still cares, even if that somebody is yourself. It gives a valid reason to be sad, to show everybody your miseries. Every person has their own burdens to deal with. Some more than others. But we still carry on like nothing’s wrong, putting on a bravado. If I cried a bucket with every hurdle – each disappointment, failure, betrayal – I would have enough to drown the world five times over. Sometimes its easier to keep it in, sometimes its easier to just push it away and hope it’ll stay like that.

But it always comes back. And when you least expect it, you’ll find yourself drowning in your own sorrows.

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