Today's story is actually about memory. Sometimes you and I maybe remember, and the memories could leave a little bit of the present "missing." The feeling is like we are missing the will to live. The new beginning does not erase or cancel the memory, especially when it is beautiful, and remember, in no way could I diminish the importance of this little second.
I like to be clear about what happened before yesterday, the root, the antecedent. Although I do not have a good memory (who knows me knows it), I can live the memory powerfully, like another experience—the sensations, smells, and everything that has to do with love. I can remember the skin, the gesture, the urge to cry from so much laughter.
If memory makes you feel bad and down every time, perhaps there would be no reason to allow the good things that have not yet been done. For example, to be honest in a society that is not, to be fond of the team that never wins, to lend money to your poor friend in bankruptcy, see for the malnourished, If the one who suffers is another! Why? Why the human love, and why do we still love the dying human being or the arrogant neighbor who lives criticizing it? Could you be honest in a dishonest world?
Remembering this is an imperfect world and life. In the apparent "evil," there was also the good. Perhaps the memory is not ideal and neat, but some parts of the story could add frankness and value to the person.
Our place is not broken, or at least not entirely. I have seen the broken, I have felt the broken heart (several tragic situations have occurred to me, but it will not be this time), and the good has consoled me. Remembering the good gives hope to live it again, and even in the wrong moment, in the worst past, there was good, someone, a hand, a shoulder, a flower, something. If you think about it, in every bad situation, something extraordinary happens. Something good happens.
If it is about people, the persistent, the brave, the generous, there are those, the ecstatic, the tender, the patient. I stop caring about fools, cowards, cruelness, ungratefulness, and hardship. When I remember that love exists and that no matter how long life is going to last for me, I have already seen the good in the eyes, it has dried my cheeks, I have eaten with my friends, I have forgiven, and I have felt the pity, the heat. After the pain, I still wanted to live.
It's not always good, but the sound comes in disguise, comes as a surprise, and comes on tiptoe while the lights are off. It is better to spend time just on important things, what is essential. Providing time to what is important gives peace. Time to time always shows me that it works and that only infinite patience offers immediate results. Either way, for better or for worse, there are always justifications for one's actions. Time heals everything, I sign it, and a good time is remembered after it.
For this reason, I am now taking videos to fight against oblivion.
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