Sunday, January 30, 2005

The story of life

And then, there are times, when you realise you have to move on. And leave everything behind.

Behind, as if it were never there. You need to bury the memories of those times. The times whose memories you thought that you would never leave behind. Memories that would never fade away. Sometimes, memories don’t need to fade away, they just need to be kept away.

And it is in these changing times that you need to keep away the mental photographs you have clicked. Hundreds of rolls of images in your mind. Images of how you lived life within those memories. The images that tell your story. The story that shall now be forbidden.

And putting the old story behind you, you need to get ready. To start a new story. The story of your life.

Exciting times left behind for the enticing times ahead.


17 comments:

Phal said...

i know exactly what that is. and the funny part is, it is as easy as it seems difficult.

Jessica said...

I have been playing around with themes like this one a lot lately, but I have not captured it so eloquently, my best effort was past forgot. Loved it!

luz de la luna said...

If only I could. :-)

Wonderful words my friend and very Buddhist!

:: Luna ::

Miss Qt said...

You cannot really forget about these memories. You can try to but you can't succeed.

Zee said...

Magnificently Zen.

small squirrel said...

"The images that tell your story. The story that shall now be forbidden."

How many times have I felt like this... it is denial, yes? Physical denial, mental denial... sometimes it is my servant, and sometimes I serve it.

Sudarshan said...

Wonderful! Simply wonderful...how many times have i faced such a conflict...its like fighting an enemy within.

Pincushion said...

Oh my god ! I don't believe this ! We seem to have written on the exact same thing, albeit in different ways, with even the title being similar ! Gosh ! this is one of those times..when I wonder...do i know you ??!!! :))
As usual, its beautiful, something I identify with so much....
am getting addicted to you..errr..your writing :))

. : A : . said...

Phal - Sometimes it does seem illogical, when it is not. You have captured it well, "it is as easy as it seems difficult."

Jessica - Thanks. Look forward to seeing you post on this.

luz de la luna, Zee, Sudarshan - Thanks.

Queen Mo - One can only try and hope for the best.

small squirrel - Thanks for dropping by and commenting. Look forward to seeing you again.

Pincushion - Wow! I don't believe it. You are right, the title is similar and the content too, albeit in different styles. Sometimes, I too wonder if I know you! Addiction is a dangerous thing? ;-)

Cori said...

Hello 2005!

:..M..: said...

It's too difficult to let go of the memories. Too hard to push it all away. Isn't it?

Pincushion said...

Whats life without a lil danger ?!!

. : A : . said...

Cori - Hello hello! I honestly didn't think of it that way, but now that you put it ...

:..M..: - As I said earlier, one can only try.

Pincushion - Boring!

Pincushion said...

But of course !

esclava said...

The photos live in ones mind. They have power to stall, hurt, and other mischief, when one is so strongly attatched.
But if placed in an album...would they need to be kept away from forever? Or just until the raw spots in the mind, where they lived, have healed?

. : A : . said...

Pincushion - :-)

esclava - Very interesting perspective. Yes, it could be a possibility.

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Moving on is hard but the lightness of freedom is enticing and the experiences you might never have