We humans find it so difficult to let go of things and people and more things and more people. We think that everything that we have is meant to last a lifetime. We feel that all good things must be permanent, that forever exists. What we tend to forget is that not even we last forever. It can be argued that our memories do. I held that argument too. But here’s something to think about – those who have memories of us don’t last forever either. And even if our memories are passed on they fade away with time. They become bleaker and bleaker as time passes. Even our face becomes a vague memory. Time passes and with that everything else – memories, people, things…everything. And yet we hold on to them all. We are so scared of dying or loosing those close to us that we forget to savour the memories we create with them. If only we take notice of the little things we do with them or the words we say to them, then I guess we wouldn’t hurt so much on loosing them. Instead we would be thanking them for how much more meaningful they made our lives, wouldn’t we? We get so caught up trying to create memories without realizing that no effort has to be made in that department. Each moment becomes a memory to recall, each word said – good or bad gets stamped onto our minds creating yet another memory. And when we loose that someone or when that someone looses us we cry. We cry for all the words that we should and could have said or not said but never did, we cry for all the deeds we could and should have done or not done but never did.
I just re-read what I wrote…whoa!!! Where does this psychobabble come from…??? But psychobabble or not, it’s true nevertheless…
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