|on the danger of good memories
||[Oct. 29th, 2003|11:28 pm]
k i m b e r l y
|||||nelly furtado-- I'm like a bird||]|
Been having a lot of those those "this time last year..." thoughts lately. And sometimes it can be good.... like "this time last year, my life was crap, and now it's great." But when life is on the upswing, we tend to forget the trash-heap we've left. You really start to get these...nostolgic reminiscences... when your current statis is somehow lacking what it used to. you know? In a way, I guess, it is like an escape. Instead of owning up to your unhappiness, you blame it on what you don't have/have lost. So you try to push those memories from your mind. Tell yourself that you want to forget. Tell yourself to focus on the present. But secretly, secretly it's a comfort to know that at one point--you had it all together. And so you don't forget. You sit alone at your desk and think this time last year...I had it all.