There are many emotions that run when one thinks of the times before; when one reminisces. There are so many things that had happened, real or imagined; necessary or accidental. Born of us and to us then, they have since become the synergy and the foundation, the building, the essence and the psyches of the new (and hopefully better) US.
Who amongst us can deny how our experience then shaped and influenced who we are and the decisions we make now. Indeed, who even, can deny the instant flashback at the whiff of propellants effusing from spray mounts or the lingering scent of markers and papers. Does one not go into a dizzy spell each time one steps into an art supplies store?
We are who we are for our past. We are addicted to the memories that have since become us, drawing strength from it, like a junkie from heroin. We have been fortunate and fate has indeed smiled on us when our paths crossed for those almost-definitive life moments of our individuals’ lives.
Thanks again for the memories, thanks again for the pain, thanks again for the morphine that makes it all go down so well…
Who amongst us can deny how our experience then shaped and influenced who we are and the decisions we make now. Indeed, who even, can deny the instant flashback at the whiff of propellants effusing from spray mounts or the lingering scent of markers and papers. Does one not go into a dizzy spell each time one steps into an art supplies store?
We are who we are for our past. We are addicted to the memories that have since become us, drawing strength from it, like a junkie from heroin. We have been fortunate and fate has indeed smiled on us when our paths crossed for those almost-definitive life moments of our individuals’ lives.
Thanks again for the memories, thanks again for the pain, thanks again for the morphine that makes it all go down so well…
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