make me alive, make me confused
what do you do with a shared memory that can no longer be treasured for its "sharedness"?
can you tease apart the different components that make up a memory,
make it something special and worth remembering, so that you can retain
its pleasure without it tying you to the past?
but isn't the whole point of memory to take a ride back to the past, dwell for a moment in what used to be?
what if you don't want to revisit that place, and yet find your mind drifting there? which is truer, your subconscious or your rational mind?
well, confusion is a part of being alive. and the heart, though
deceitful beyond all else, is also resilient above all else. and it's
amazing how you don't need all the answers before you start healing
(thank God too!).
it doesn't mean the questions don't still press, the wondering doesn't still remain, the anger doesn't still linger somewhere close to the surface. but more and more the answers don't matter so much anymore, the "why"s are more easily left to a higher wisdom, the move to forgiveness comes more readily.
is this what becoming adult is about?
