We all carry fractured, tenuous, distorted memories. We build our current lives upon the blurred, disproportionate remnants of their exaggerated meaning. A Sobering, Sad fact: the infested, subjective, content seems to loom larger as the years go by! We tend to place unwarranted importance in their all-consuming, infiltrating, themes. (whether that be in elevating or denigrating the incidents) In other words, it matters not whether the memories are composed of harmful substance or glorified material, they suck the very life out of us, now! At times, we obsess; turning the-subject in memory-over and over in our minds, stating how it could/should have worked out differently than it did. As long as we pay homage to the scenes, identifying and registering them as some sort of idolized statures of significance, we are not showing up for what has been assigned to/for/upon us in the present moment. Even the best Memories are disproportionately deranged; and, we slide, saturated by paralyzing emotional sensation, into the mud of yesterday with them. https://youtube/watch?v=H_rI0UjFC6M&list=UUyCvRtA5Eft2-zWeADKbANQ&index=35
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 01:42:18 +0000
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