Sunday, July 29, 2007
I am always fascinated by the ebb and flow of life. It is a fluid thing, moving in and out like so many breaths. Always things coming and always things going -- people, jobs, possessions, emotions, thoughts, memories. Try to grasp it and it slips nimbly through your fingers. So most of the time you stand on the shore and watch it.
Even watching, though, you are part of it. Breath in, breath out. When you are a child you hold your breath and wonder if by doing so, you can freeze time in cubes to be thawed out later. At least that is what I wondered.
Everything we value, flows. Words flow, music flows, love flows, emotions flow and thoughts flow. Or they should. Funny that when something doesn't flow we say it is blocked. We have writer's block or we are emotionally blocked. "Go with the flow," should be our mantra (unless you are a salmon, because in their world only dead fish go with the flow).
But I can't help but feel a little sad at the tide-like nature of things. Everything eventually seems to slip away into the horizon. No matter how many times you write "forever" in the sand, the waves will ultimately erase it.
So I write my messages and seal them in this bottle and cast them into the tide. I suppose they will wash up on some one's shore and mean something before they drift on.
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You will sometimes be surprised by who picks up your bottle.
Even with all my experinces my sucesses and my failures I too wonder.
a melancholy drift ...
I wonder why we thirst for connection. Why it isn't enough to experience this varied and amazing world.
What a beautifully poetic post.
I am an overthinker, so this post resonates with me. Memories do not fade on me - they are forever. I am always referring to them for comfort or reminders about mistakes I have made and do not want to repeat. The concept of forever has always been something I could understand or maybe it was the hope I clung to that I would someday mean something to someone forever. As far back as I can remember, I was always able to grasp how you could love someone forever. I wanted to believe that memories never died - they just hung out there like a dated timeline in your elementary school Social Studies book.
There are people in my life now that I will love forever. I know this to be true. I know this because life has grown all around them like weeds, obscuring the sun from enhancing their luster - yet they still appear youthful and vibrant to me because the memories they gave me will never die. I think love lasts forever. I think life (not as we know it now) lasts forever. And I will forever be an unrealistic, romantically, reality challenged, silly girl at heart.
Like sands in an hourglass ...
I am always suprised when people find my messages. And it is okay to wonder I think.
Hayden, I think we are all connected regardless of whether we believe so or not. We may see individual waves, but they are all part of the same ocean.
It is okay to believe in forever. I just think it is important to understand that even forever flows into the horizon.
Which is where the phrase, "Time is running out," comes from. Then again we can always turn the hourglass over.
Sadly Tim, nothing lasts forever or at least the good things don't. When you want something to be over it seems to last for eternity.
Flames to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end
Turning it over is merely a temporary fix.
As Isabella said, nothing lasts forever, and I for one, am glad that is does not.
I think you have both hit on a paradox. Nothing is the only thing that lasts forever. :)
Great minds think alike hey Blazng!!
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