things of the past are meant to be forgotten. things that we have done are meant to be left unnoticed. things that hurt, wont.
things of the past are meant to be forgotten. with each passing second, the memories we hold on so dearly to, will inevitably blur. with each grain of coloured sand falling onto the pit of the hourglass, our weak minds distort these moments into happier, uglier, more interesting, duller, shittier, easier thoughts. the truth of our lives are forgotten, confined to a corner, rusting its time away until it crumbles into nothingness. i wonder at times, however, is nothingness a substance out of this world? if so, how can anything become it? to broach this subject and explore it will rob too much of my time and effort, but i digress. what i'm trying to say though, our past is never really our past, and we never actually remember it as it is. our minds fine-tune it into something more, easing us into complacency. so i say, replace them. do things. remember them. write them down in order to do that. take pictures. love them. cherish them. make them you. make them me. make them us.
things that we have done are meant to be left unnoticed. humiliation drowns us into a ridiculous depression. embarrassment shoves us aside, keeps us away from
us. mistakes hinder our passion from seething into a burning fire, undermining itself as dark blotches of our lives. no. refrain this. overcome it. to remind everyone who knows, and to tell to those who don't, people don't care. so what if we make mistakes? no one actually bothers enough to remember shit that we do. we're the ones who care too much.
the most cliched thing anyone who has ever opened a book, has read is this: to err is human. so why shy away from something as natural as excretion? disgusting comparison, but so true. mistakes are meant to happen, for we learn most from them. a person who does none would be a very boring person. imagine you being that person who doesn't have any relatable tales to tell, the person who sits on and on just so he or she can
not make mistakes, the person who doesn't do something as humane as pooping. lol. those embarrassing moments we have gone through will make as wonderful conversation-starters, amazing atmosphere-lightener, effective relationship builders. like bob the builder, only these tales actually get their work done pronto. i tell you no lies, i swear under the name of homer simpson. teehee.
but seriously -.- /srsbzns face on
so makes mistakes, err as much as you want, live your life like a child who is learning and at the same time an adult who takes them face on. try skydiving, go to an onsen and get nude, trip over wind, say something stupid, apologize and grovel for it, move on. do it again. move on again. live. and live as you.
things that hurt, wont. anything that scars us will shape us into better men. better people. better human beings. it will hurt at first, it will haunt your thoughts 24/7, it will shun you and ruin you. but why let it? things that scrape, scratch and faze us will be the things that assemble us as a complete puzzle. so don't be afraid to get hurt, let life flow as it wants to, as it wants us to. fell? someone lied to you? your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your ribcage? life is meaningless? just remember the above and, above all, remember this, you are here in this world for a reason. it may be unknown but your inhibitions are lumping you into that one place that you can't find it. so search for it. go. go. go.
believe this, heidi. please.
