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Created on: November 18, 2008
Looking back at times of Anniversaries, the birthdays of family members or the deaths of loved ones, I've come to realize that everything changes. One year ago today, November 17, 2008, I lived across the country, my friend was still alive and my hair was long. Though i mention these, they are only three of a million things that have changed.
Time seems to pass me by as memories flood my body; tears steam down my face, but not for the the glory of the happiness i once thought of as mine but for the lose of the happiness that made me who i am today. Each laugh and event, including every emotion in the rainbow of choices as vast as the heavens, shaped my mind and body. Love, hate, joy, sorrow, passive peace, erupting rage and an event to make them and change them, these are a past. A past that is not a reel of photos, but a life long movie that continues as each second happens then passes out of the present.
From my first memory, to learning to ride a bike, to my first actual audition play, and my first writing contest, to the devastating things that rocked my world. The happenings that threatened to take all i was and bring it tumbling to the ground at my height of power and control in my life. Death, divorce, moving, depression and remembering, crying tears that could have flooded a pool, sorrow, my new life. Look back, remember the past, accept it, even if its hard, cry if you need to, but remember life goes on, your choices are the new foundation to rebuilding yourself. A lesson Ive learned and another major change that is shaping a new life, a new world and bringing me back from the bowels of hate, hell, the devil that resides in me. A lesson that was changed me and everything about me and has not shifted the past but given it a different light, and allowed me to see it for what it is. A new light that has given me the strength to talk, laugh, smile and cry when possible.
My memories are of emotion and events, my presents is of emotion and events, while my future is of emotion and events. Life is constantly the same yet always changing, like me and everything, everyone around me, even the people who read this, also the ones that don't. Mermories are cherised, but choices and the present are now and are frist, but dont forget what made you, i wont, ill cherish each perfect spot and each blemish. Good Night, Good Morning, Good Whenever, Have Love and Good Luck with your life and your memories. Now Good Bye.
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