Life is complicated. No matter how hard we try to not complicate matters, somehow it always ends up more twisted than when it started. Just like the saying, nothing in life comes easy. Cliched, I know. But that's the truth, pure and simple. However, Oscar Wilde once said that truth is rarely pure and never simple. And that takes us back to how complicated life can get. I haven't blogged about the philosophies of life in a while. I used to churn out these kind of things on a daily basis, but it's been a while.
Tonight I'm feeling a little queasy. Kinda like going on a hike. You enjoy the hike while you were hiking, but only the next day will your legs start to ache. That's how I'm feeling. A delayed reaction.
My yesterday's were all packed up and neatly put away, then suddenly a stroll down memory lane unraveled the box and slowly the mess of crap I took so long to contain started to seep out. The memories that I tried so hard to forget, because remembering would have consumed my sanity and leave me an empty shell. A shell of the person I once was. But I overcame. I met rock bottom and I managed to resurface. I found my way back after being lost for so long. Once upon a time, I survived a heartache so bad, I never thought I would make it. But here I am, stronger than ever. I learnt that all things happen for a reason. I learnt that time heals all wounds. I learnt that I can love again. I woke up one morning and suddenly the pain was gone. And in its place was light....
But tonight, I let myself get taken on a trip down memory lane. It was warm. It was familiar. But of course, something was different. I am no longer the person I was 5 years ago. A lot has changed since then. I have changed. Yet something stirred. I guess that is just how things are when you let yourself get carried away with what's familiar. Like that old Tom Jones song. But deep down you know that your yesterdays are exactly where they belong, all boxed up and neatly put away. Packed up but not entirely forgotten for memories make you who you are. You create memories and you carry them with you, they become a part of who you are, but they will always remain just as memories.
Tonight, I let myself get lost just for a little bit. For a little stolen moment, I let myself remember. Only to be reminded again that things happen for a reason. Thank you for the memories. It brought me to where I am today.
And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings started walking all over my mind.
It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad, but a true love would not have gone wrong.
I'm just thankful for the good times we've had for without them I could not go on,