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Friday, July 8, 2011

The power of the little things

Magic and dreams I’m so close to reaching that I can taste them and not only that, but savor them: that was my history, and I forgot that until now. It’s funny, you know, how old songs take you back to the place, to the person you used to be when you were the person who loved that song. It is almost like a time capsule; you start to remember parts of your past (both good and bad) that you seemed to forget or hide underneath stacks and stacks of timeline.
In my case, I left that person who I was and forgot about their life because I unmasked what I thought was love and happiness. I couldn’t handle realizing that the world is cruel and dark and it’s never going to get better no matter how many times I try to create my reality world. I couldn’t stand it when I saw the truth. So, I destroyed my whole life and everything around it. In time, I forgot about that world.
Ironically, I look back at that time of my life, and I wish I was there again. I wish that I was back in those shadows, kissing demons, and smiling a naïve, innocent smile while I am being abused. Why do I miss that so much? Because that was before this. This is the aftermath, and it is the complete opposite of the storm.
Well, the demons are still there, but they aren’t the same. I am older and can see through their lies. I can’t get lost in imaginary love. I can’t even imagine myself with anyone forever. So, I stay to myself, rebuke the devil, and turn everyone into a villain.
What I want is to have is that chance to love. I want to be young and in pain because it is much better than being an adult who can’t feel.
All these thoughts, emotions, tears, inspirations hit me just from an unrelated song that I used to listen to back in the day. It just proves that every little thing is significant, and my story just proves that you need to savor every moment (good or bad) because you never know what’s next.

Try this: go through some old music of yours, find a song that you used to love, listen to it, and see if it opens a window to your own past.

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