What’s In A Name...
Posted by A Great Liar
When you stand in front of a mirror and begun instead to see the faces you once left behind, you realize that the worst has started to happen.
People you once left behind now resurging from that deep dark hole of discarded memory bag, to remind you of the mistakes you made.
And memories, unlike even the most unpleasant things in life, have no balancing act, there is a certain purity of form about them that is rather nonchalant, lacks in compassion, and knows no forgiveness.
In short, a memory is past’s way of returning the compliment.
Because we all go through an age when we value not a person in person but instead value things that are transitory and evaporate with age; like beauty, always enjoyed in present and treated with aversion in retrospect. Perhaps it is there to remind us of Nature’s dry humouredness towards its earthlings.
People you once left behind now resurging from that deep dark hole of discarded memory bag, to remind you of the mistakes you made.
And memories, unlike even the most unpleasant things in life, have no balancing act, there is a certain purity of form about them that is rather nonchalant, lacks in compassion, and knows no forgiveness.
In short, a memory is past’s way of returning the compliment.
Because we all go through an age when we value not a person in person but instead value things that are transitory and evaporate with age; like beauty, always enjoyed in present and treated with aversion in retrospect. Perhaps it is there to remind us of Nature’s dry humouredness towards its earthlings.