Thursday, September 17, 2009

Memories...


Why do people hold on to memories so tightly? The answer is simple: because when everything in the world around us changes, memories are the one thing that stay the same.

Thats it, that's just it.. those things we call "memories" are our best friend and our biggest enemy, all rolled into one. We cling to them; some are forgotten with time and some are etched into the blueprints of our hearts as the years pass, but nonetheless, for a time they exist. Some memories last a lifetime while some memories are forgotten with time. Some memories are happy, and some are sad, some will fill your heart with joy and laughter and some will bring you to your knees in tears. But why? Why do we hold onto the ones that make us sad, the ones that hurt, the ones that are painful to remember, the ones we forgot to forget? Life is funny in that aspect, we can't pick and choose what we remember nor can we select that which we wish to forget...and isn't it odd that the more we try to forget something or someone, the further they are written into our memory? Memories haunt us, not in the spooky ghost way, but in a more subtle way. They come and go as they please, they don't ask for permission or warrant a reprieve, they just are. And with their existence comes feelings. Some feelings are uncomfortable, and some are the best in the world, some make your skin crawl, while others make your heart sing. Its in those times, those memories, those feelings when you truly grow. Without memories, we would have no sense of growth, or record of where we have come from. Without these memories, we would never to appreciate the good things, the great things, and the rare things in life while they are in our presence. Without memories we would die alone and be forgotten. Without memories, how would we remember to remember?

Some may refer to memories as a curse, while others may refer to them as a blessing, but I'd like to call them a gift. Not all gifts are good, and not all gifts are bad, not all gifts are great, nor are gifts are horrible. But, as with any gift. you gladly accept it and take it for what it's worth - to you and the other person. You make the best of what you're given. Sometimes it may seem as if the gifts you've been given are not so great and the once clear air has changed into a dense fog, but do not fret, for just around the corner is a great gift waiting to be given to you. Don't give up and don't lose hope, don't get discouraged, and don't feel worthless. Memories, they are what keep us going, and are also what hold us back... but in the end they all add up to a lifetime.

So whatever you're going through, whether it be good or bad. Just remember, wherever you are in life; in the happiest and saddest moments of your life, to never forget how you're feeling in those moments.. because those feelings are what compose the masterpiece that we call life.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

the one I forgot to forget. . .

The One I Forgot to Forget

by: whitney a. cunningham


The one I forgot to forget is standing right beside me,

And we’re going through the motions, gears winding up inside me.

Wondering why and how life ended up this way..

What did I do that was so wrong to deserve this kind of pain?

Oh the difference of one day.

With a lifetime of memories, packed up and stored away,

Remembering the good times, not knowing what to say

It’s the good times and bad times that make this world make sense,

When life is dangling on the line holding on to a sixpence

You’re the memory of tomorrow, the highlight of the past,

I guess some things aren’t meant to happen.. I wish you both the best

Oh I forgot to forget you.

I forgot to forget you, its not a simple thing I’ll add,

All the bad times and the good times are mixed up in the bag,

All the misfits have their counterparts, as happy as can be

I forgot to forget you and this is the price I pay,

There are still so many things that I wish I could say.

With a lifetime of memories, packed up and stored away,

Remembering the good times, not knowing what to say

It’s the good times and bad times that make this world make sense,

When life is dangling on the line holding on to a sixpence

You’re the memory of tomorrow, the highlight of the past,

I guess some things aren’t meant to happen.. I wish you both the best

Oh I forgot to forget you.

The curtains’ finally going down,

And the crowd gets up to leave,

While I’m just sitting there waiting, hoping for reprieve

The lights go dark, the room Is black,

My spirits once bubbly have now turned flat.

The memories of yesteryear are haunting me like ghosts,

I’m Trying to forget them, but just never getting close

Why do I deserve this curse Lord.. I’m just tryin to get by

Trying to forget those crazy things that all stored up inside

A time and a place for everything, as some people say

You’re the one I forgot to forget but by now you’ve slipped away

How do I live through this nightmare of wanting so much more,

When you’re the only single thing I’ve been wishin for

I tried so hard to pass the time but the curtain finally fell

I’m living in a bad movie, does that ring a bell?

Time ran short on my watch, now I’m living alone in hell

I tried to hard to forget you and I wish you well.

You’re a suitcase full of memories tied up down to the ground

I’ve tried so hard to forget you, but its not an easy thing I’ve found,

You’re in my heart and in my dreams,

But you’re just the one I forgot to forget.