It would be nice to make memoirs with your mind. Imagine filling a bookshelf with books named after events in your life. I’m not talking about diaries, I’m talking about something much deeper. Just imagine creating these books with your mind.
This ability would allow you imprint every single detail of your life; what you did, how you felt, what you could’ve done different. This would feel like a gift. You could go back and learn from past mistakes, remember what you didn’t mean to forget. It’d be a chance to redeem yourself and to celebrate your achievements.
But, what if you abused this. What would happen if you were to discover a way to imprint your future, every detail of what is to come. I’m not talking about just seeing your future. It’s about physically seeing a book, having this in your bookcase, written real life stories in every page, accessible whenever you desire.
I’m thinking it would be like a broken leaf. You tearing it apart with every touch, unable to restore it.
Of course! The world would rule me if this were possible!
Today, I am simply going to talk about the best alcove I’ve ever been in, full of diversity and warmth. One that triggers feelings and unlocks treasured memories. Where you can go when you feel sad, or feel inspirational…I’m talking about my precious mug. The alcove only my clumsiness can destroy.
Just when I need to find solace, it is always within my reach. It’s never challenging to find different methods to use it. I can use it to drink water, hot chocolate, soup, and if the mug is big enough, I can use it for oatmeal. It is a safe place to go, when you want to find your inner peace. It is your moment to pause and recant your daily failures (at least in your mind). Where no one can tell you that you are wrong. How many times have you replay scenarios over and over, while drinking tea alone, or even drinking tea in the bathtub? I know I’ve done it.
It is when I transport myself into this alcove, where I lock secrets in my mind, like a live diary. I can let myself get lost in despair, but also allow myself to resurface with a brighter outlook. Give yourself the chance to get lost in your own world for a while. It is a time where you can reflect and be vulnerable. But without the fear of judgement.
This is why I have a mug for every moment, small alcoves to remind me of what’s good and bad, and how to become a better person.
I finally was able to walk to the grocery store today. The sidewalks aren’t icy! I guess Mother Nature is not on PMS anymore. In the middle of my walk, a thought came into my mind. The strangers we walk by or see on a daily basis, do we get to see them again? To be honest, I don’t really notice a lot of people I pass by on a daily basis, so I do wonder if I’ve been passing by them for a long time, or maybe for the first time.
I tend to see a lot of seniors (as in the elderly) if I go to the mall early in the mornings. You see them in groups, in pairs, alone. How many times have I run into the same seniors? Will I live to be one and look as happy with their friends as they do? I know everyone has a different life, and we all have struggles, but I have yet to see an angry senior while s/he eats breakfast with her/his friends. It’s probably just where I live, or my mind just loves to play tricks. Oh well…
I like to think we will all stop running into unpleasant people, but that will never change. For every person that makes a positive change, there is a person that makes a negative one. Eventually, I do hope one day we can all live in peace.
Not everyone you come across with is meant to stay in your life. You never know who are you going to meet, and how they’re going to shift your life (whether in a positive or negative direction). Sometimes when you meet someone new, and they tell you they used to take steps where you have already stepped on, you say, “We’ve probably run into each other at some point”. What are the odds you have?
Who knows, maybe the next person you bump into will change your life.
To be honest, I don’t know why such a thought would elaborate in my mind. And to be brutally honest here, I don’t think I’m making a lot of sense.