12.20.08

12.20.08

Memory. Could you imagine just one day-waking up and not being able to remember anything about your life, not even your name? I couldn’t. However it is almost like a fresh start at life. However, on a larger scale, it would entail a vast baron within your soul and mind. To look at yourself and know nothing about what you enjoy and hate, self-esteem, who you loved and now love, and to live without memories.

I have been so grateful for having lived a really good life over the last few years, experiencing different people, scenery, and visiting places. This has given me a filing cabinet of experience, joy, anger, and sorrow. Lately, the filing cabinet has been racing with thoughts of high school. I am not sure if it is my mind escaping from all the boredom or wanting that time in my life back.

Really what I remember from that time is feeling distant and tired, as though I had no connection with the surrounding around me. I think as I have grown up, that it is still the same, I just do not care to pay attention to it, what is the point? It isn’t doing me any good, and really-I am working being able to get up every day and just feel good to be alive, with my backpack full of memories to keep me alive through my adventure overseas.