"A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer.
If you are searching for anything in particular, you don't find it,
but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting."
If you are searching for anything in particular, you don't find it,
but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting."
~ J.M. Barrie, dedication of his book Peter Pan
It has painfully been made aware to me lately that memories are often in the eye of the beholder.
What we believe to be a memory, unequivocally, often is much more ambiguous. People interpret things quite differently, so while you may have thought a certain way or with a certain twist, another might have seen or felt completely the opposite.
Take love, for instance. Often a many splendoured thing, but too many times one-sided. It hurts, yes, to discover the truth: love is often open to interpretation.
Time has a way of turning the happiest of memories into the bitterest of sorrows. Upon reflection, most situations we believe to be good ones turn sour. It's becoming harder to believe anymore.
One thing I do know, I am doing lots of drawer-cleaning lately. And, in case it's not obvious, lots of interesting feelings are emerging. Looking for the joy is proving a difficulty. And finding hope, impossible.
What we believe to be a memory, unequivocally, often is much more ambiguous. People interpret things quite differently, so while you may have thought a certain way or with a certain twist, another might have seen or felt completely the opposite.
Take love, for instance. Often a many splendoured thing, but too many times one-sided. It hurts, yes, to discover the truth: love is often open to interpretation.
Time has a way of turning the happiest of memories into the bitterest of sorrows. Upon reflection, most situations we believe to be good ones turn sour. It's becoming harder to believe anymore.
One thing I do know, I am doing lots of drawer-cleaning lately. And, in case it's not obvious, lots of interesting feelings are emerging. Looking for the joy is proving a difficulty. And finding hope, impossible.
So, where to go from here? At this point, it seems like only up.
So, I just keep moving. What are the other options?
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