Remembering People

Do you hear the echoes, reverberating through the corridors of your mind? Memories, elusive and unforgiving, wrap their tendrils around your thoughts, playing a relentless game of hide and seek. Forgetting, they say, is the logical response to life's tragic joke.

But perhaps,

just perhaps,

you spoke too soon.

In the depths of your melancholic streaks, something stirred within you. Terrifying existential thoughts danced with ideas, casting a flickering light upon the shadows of your understanding. It's as if, in some peculiar way, you have been granted a glimpse of enlightenment, a fragment of comprehension in the vast tapestry of existence.

Memories themselves do not inflict pain; it is our perception of them that does.

The labels we attach—embarrassing, painful, blissful—those determine their weight. See, some souls cringe in utter humiliation at a person who stumbles down the stairs, while others doesn’t give a rat’s-ass and merely shrug on it. It is the lens of perspective that casts its transformative spell upon the scene. Everything, truly, is light; it is the meaning we attribute that grants substance to our experiences.

Your day unfolds before you, as your responsibilities loom and chores amass.

Papers scatter like lost souls, and the weight of your obligations hangs heavily in the air. Yet, there you sit, your body tethered to the porch, while your mind embarks on ethereal voyages. It is one of those days when the weariness grips you, despite a night of restful slumber. The world around you teems with tasks awaiting your attention, but you find yourself unable to mend your own disarray. The memories, oh, how they torment you as the hours slip away.

But within those five solitary hours, amidst the realm of another dimension, the nicotine and caffeine come alive.

You glimpse your reflection in the mirror, and there, you witness the toll upon your weary vessel. Puffy eyes bear witness to sleepless nights, weight loss etches its mark upon your frame, and shoulders stoop under the weight of burdens carried. And yet, thoughts continue their relentless march, weaving stories of related and unrelated events, dragging you deeper into the clutches of desolation. Nicotine and caffeine, your allies in this battle against neurotic ideas, or so you thought. Science, it seems, may be mistaken, for your neurons adapt and evolve, thriving on the very substances that should spell their demise. Regardless, the more you indulge in smokes and coffee, the swifter your mind processes its labyrinthine musings.

On your way to work, lost in contemplation, you resolve to banish these manic and nonsensical notions.

But the more you strive to evade them, the deeper their roots entwine with your sorrow. And yet, should you dare to explore them, they unravel into a kaleidoscope of wild ideas, spiraling beyond the confines of reason, defying attempts to impose coherence upon them.

 At work, as you administer exams, your students' words reverberate within the chambers of your mind. "We will miss you, sir," they say. "Sir, you're the best, we promise we won't forget!" Their voices echo, resounding with sincerity and fondness. Memories, should you cast them aside? Despite the pain of your final days in this place, should you dismiss the connections forged with these souls? You know, deep within, that forgetting is an impossibility. And yet, can you learn to embrace their memories, allowing them to become less oppressive, less painful? Their laughter at your feeble jests, the camaraderie that permeated your lectures, the shared experiences that rocked your classroom over the years—shall you shrug them away, or shall you cradle them within your heart?

The afternoon unfolds, carrying with it tales yet untold. But that, my dear friend, shall be the subject of another rambling, another journey into the labyrinth of musings and thoughts.

And the point, you ask?

You shall neither forget nor attempt to do so.

For why should you erase the very things that have shaped you, that have brought you closer to understanding? They are the fragments that have stitched themselves into the tapestry of your being. Embrace them, for they hold the power to transform, to heal, and to ignite the spark of remembrance within your soul.

And as you reminisce upon the purpose behind this blog, your purpose reignites like a flame dancing in the night, guiding you forward on your path of self-discovery.