Memory

A vague memory, half-submerged in the tributaries of my unconscious, bobbing up now and again to feel the warmth of sunlight, always incapable of finding its way back to the ocean.

Long time, no post...

Haven't posted here in a long, long time.

Haven't written in a long time, either.

Want to change that.

Anyway...

"Forgive and forget" may be the popular, or at least the accepted, 'right thing to do', but I refuse.

Just because someone cannot see the problem, or the hurt, does not mean it is not there.

Just because it was a long time ago, or one has aged, or is blood - whatever the reason or excuse - does not mean I automatically have to just let it go, does not mean I have to forget, or move on or forgive.

And just because you refuse to acknowledge or even - just once - ponder what the issue could be does not mean there is no problem.

Sometimes, cliches and platitudes are useless, the chasm too wide and the ability to cross it lost.

At last, the only path to follow is away, step by step.

So, I walk.

Distance is Relative

Distance is Relative

If you grow up in the same house,
separated by rooms,
does that make you friends for life?
Not always.

If you share DNA,
separated by age,
are you bonded and close?
Not always.

If you live in the same town,
separated by streets,
do you partake in each others lives?
Not always.

If you live on the same planet,
separated by a call,
do you talk often?
Not always.

If you are both alive,
separated by anger,
do you forgive?
Not always.

If one of you is gone,
separated by death,
do you mourn?
Not always.


This is a submission on the theme "Distance"
for The Tenth Daughter of Memory

Dress Rehearsals

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Often when you are anticipating, or dreading, a future moment in your life, you act out the coming scenes in your head. Usually over and over again.

And in these scenes, you want to be the hero, the person doing the right thing, for the right reasons, with perfect ease and no errors.

But in reality life doesn't work that way.

This world is made up of many actors, all trying to be the stars of our own dramas. Yet we are also the co-stars, character actors and bit players in the stories of others.

And as we get older, and wiser, we slowly learn this fact. So when we start doing dress rehearsals in our heads, we begin to play them in a more realistic light.

We won't always be the hero. More often than not, we will just be 'that guy'.

We won't always say what we want to say, because other people get in the way, with either their words or their emotions.

Each time, over the years, the scenes we play out beforehand resemble the eventual truth ever more.

We become jaded, or cynical. Practical or accepting, for more positive terms.

I suppose, when we have it almost perfected, the credits roll.

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