Isn't it odd that all of this- the way the keyboard feels under my fingers now, the way the air smelled today, the arguments I had with my mother, the expressions on people's faces, the clothes I'm wearing, the colors of the carpet, the times I've had with my friends, the lesson at church today, the groggy way that I woke up from a dream this morning, the dream I had last night- all of this will soon be a memory, and some day after that it won't even be a memory anymore; the insignificance of it all will allow it to slip through the paths neurons tunnel in my brain until someday it will be as if Sunday February 25, 2007 never really happened, never really mattered?
Maybe someday I'll read this blog entry and struggle to remember today in all of its mundane focus, and I will not be able to recall anything from today, not even the way my face looked in the morning.
It is all terribly sad. It feels so significant now. And all of my life is made up of days like these, days that melt in the bitter winds of memory until they slip away.
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"What I realized suddenly was that the true failure would have been if I hadn't given a damn. You can bandage a wound, set a broken bone, but not caring...you can't cure that and you can't recover from it."
"What I realized suddenly was that the true failure would have been if I hadn't given a damn. You can bandage a wound, set a broken bone, but not caring...you can't cure that and you can't recover from it."
About Me
- Lindsay
- Everything in my life is about to change, and I'm absolutely terrified. I breathe one instant at a time.
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