In my room, I have a wall. A wall of photos. Photos of the past: past friendships, past events, past memories. I believe I, or anyone, puts photos up for the purpose of remembering. It's a reminder of who you were before it all. Where you came from. How you got to where you're standing right at this very moment. It's a reminder that you can always go back to that safe haven, and you can always remember you were someone else, someone special, no matter where you are now. It's a reminder that out there, somewhere, there is proof that people once cared for you. It's hope that those people, and really any people, are capable of caring again....even if you're not a picture pose away. But I wonder, would it be bad to shed away all those well wishes and memories? Would it remove any ounce of comfort from these walls if I disregarded every "once upon a drunken night" story for a clean slate? Would I remove any remnants of love for me if I wiped away all the memories, all the proof, that somewhere, despite the fact that I'm standing somwehere else now, people once cared and could still care, would I be left to create a new me....someone who will stand alone in this new realm of self construction? I liked who i was in those photos. But now I'm standing somewhere else. Somewhere very different from where those memories were built. I think i owe it to where I am and who I am meant to be to open myself to shedding some old layers to create new memories.
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January 2014
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