Memories
Old memories can sometimes create new ones. Which are better? Is it like the Girl Scout song I learned ages ago? "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold."
Who knows which is better? And who cares? As long as you have cherished memories, it's a good life.
This past holiday I was reminded of a past life. A life I had long given up, and almost forgotten. But I was reminded of this life, and all the feelings I had then came rushing back to me. It was wonderful. What a pleasant surprise. It's nice to look back at where you started and realize you have changed so much and come so far, yet deep down, you're still the same person with the same feelings. The same love. The same dreams. It's almost simplistic, in a very beautiful way.
I'm going to stop typing before the cheese factor on this blog gets any worse.
Love life. It's a wonderful thing. Crap, there it went. Cheesier. Eh, you'll get over it.
Who knows which is better? And who cares? As long as you have cherished memories, it's a good life.
This past holiday I was reminded of a past life. A life I had long given up, and almost forgotten. But I was reminded of this life, and all the feelings I had then came rushing back to me. It was wonderful. What a pleasant surprise. It's nice to look back at where you started and realize you have changed so much and come so far, yet deep down, you're still the same person with the same feelings. The same love. The same dreams. It's almost simplistic, in a very beautiful way.
I'm going to stop typing before the cheese factor on this blog gets any worse.
Love life. It's a wonderful thing. Crap, there it went. Cheesier. Eh, you'll get over it.
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