Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Stored Memories
In search of a lost CD, we cleaned out the attic, in our house the attic are the top cupboards nobody looks at unless they want to shove something there, things that we or someone might need at some point of time that never comes. My father started pulling things out on the instructions of my mother, he stopped after exactly one cupboard realising that he was being used as a cleaner. So my mother roped me into it, I thought "Good Lord this is not how I want to spend my evening". But as I looked through all the huge bags filled with things stored away, I was happy that I stayed, mostly because my mother would have thrown away half of MY stuff, if I hadnt been there to supervise.
As we cleaned out the closet/attic. I found my old life, books from school, college, their magazines, old school uniforms that friends had written on,games, letters, birthday cards... and one that was 10 years old and telling me to "Hold On to my youth". Why was I being told that I needed to hold on to my youth at the age of 12??? I dont know.I'll need that card when I am three times twelve. I also found an old picture of my grandfather. I put it on my table.
I find it strange that we tend put sweet memories away in some box on top of some shelf that is out of our way and only occasionally look back once in 8 years and look at them for twenty minutes and again put them away for the next 8 years of our lives. But bad memories are stored in our minds, which we carry around in our hearts and go about with them everyday, memories of people/life who have hurt us, cheated us, disappointed us, those scabs harden our hearts against the world/life. Yet we know on some top shelf in the place we call home, is the place we have stored our best memories, those that make us smile and laugh and warm and soften/heal our scabbed/stabbed hearts.
I put my grandfather's picture on the table to remind my mother that there was some one who had loved her unconditionally and its on my table to show that there is still and always be someone who will also love her unconditionally. Its also on my table to remind me that there might have been someone on earth who had dreamt of me, even before my mother did, someone who was dying to see me. I also kept a card outside to remind me that I had wonderful friends and the more wonderful thing is that we are still friends a decade later. Maybe we should all keep something on our everyday worktable to remind our sub conscience that yes there were some good people around some of the some people are still around to create more memories that we can store in a box which we can put away and after 8 years pull them out and smile at the life and people we once had.
Memories, something that I know will live a little longer than me.
As we cleaned out the closet/attic. I found my old life, books from school, college, their magazines, old school uniforms that friends had written on,games, letters, birthday cards... and one that was 10 years old and telling me to "Hold On to my youth". Why was I being told that I needed to hold on to my youth at the age of 12??? I dont know.I'll need that card when I am three times twelve. I also found an old picture of my grandfather. I put it on my table.
I find it strange that we tend put sweet memories away in some box on top of some shelf that is out of our way and only occasionally look back once in 8 years and look at them for twenty minutes and again put them away for the next 8 years of our lives. But bad memories are stored in our minds, which we carry around in our hearts and go about with them everyday, memories of people/life who have hurt us, cheated us, disappointed us, those scabs harden our hearts against the world/life. Yet we know on some top shelf in the place we call home, is the place we have stored our best memories, those that make us smile and laugh and warm and soften/heal our scabbed/stabbed hearts.
I put my grandfather's picture on the table to remind my mother that there was some one who had loved her unconditionally and its on my table to show that there is still and always be someone who will also love her unconditionally. Its also on my table to remind me that there might have been someone on earth who had dreamt of me, even before my mother did, someone who was dying to see me. I also kept a card outside to remind me that I had wonderful friends and the more wonderful thing is that we are still friends a decade later. Maybe we should all keep something on our everyday worktable to remind our sub conscience that yes there were some good people around some of the some people are still around to create more memories that we can store in a box which we can put away and after 8 years pull them out and smile at the life and people we once had.
Memories, something that I know will live a little longer than me.
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