A couple of years back down the memory lane…and who wouldn’t have guessed that this will be enough to break the levees…it’s a tricky thing – memories…they could be happy and sad the same time…when we wish to remember something good happened to us, we essentially stumble on the sad events that happened prior to these. That’s how life works: we gain something better instead of something bad we had before and this is how we become happy…Happiness is relative. For some it is a small something, for others – all that is given to them is never enough…and what if we’d take it of them? Then we’d give something back, but of lesser value…it’s a game, you see, game we play…often…Will they be happy still?...If we kick someone before stroke them will it give them more pleasure then just tender stroke?…
We remember the happiness more, hide the sad before-moments deep down to the bottom of a chest with stuff…yet we know they are there always, we just refuse to see them for a time we are happy…Travelling back to the Times Before could be a ride with “surprises”: suddenly we are in front of the mirror with the image of what we were faced with back then…and we suddenly remembered everything…You can say a million times that nothing matters in the present, that we all have our own way, unique journey, that is only ours…that looking back at the somebody’s maps won’t help to get where we wish to be…but we do look back from time to time, we do see the other paths we’ve missed…the turns that took us outside of well guarded zone…we see what we could’ve been if…and what we’ll never be too…and as we embark on a journey, the journey becomes a sail in the sea of tears and regrets…mixed with the race on a well maintaned highway...Happiness after sadness...and then happiness again...Who draws those maps, anyway?!
But of course, this was all lyrical bullshit, and of course the spring is still here, in my woods, at least, she is. And we had a picnic lunch outside our office today for the day was warm and very summery and he pulled us outdoors to catch a moment of freshness, to pull the travel rag out of the boot, to lie down under the tree, staring at the green stars in the skies, to enjoy the moment and more spring colours that being left for the wonder:
We remember the happiness more, hide the sad before-moments deep down to the bottom of a chest with stuff…yet we know they are there always, we just refuse to see them for a time we are happy…Travelling back to the Times Before could be a ride with “surprises”: suddenly we are in front of the mirror with the image of what we were faced with back then…and we suddenly remembered everything…You can say a million times that nothing matters in the present, that we all have our own way, unique journey, that is only ours…that looking back at the somebody’s maps won’t help to get where we wish to be…but we do look back from time to time, we do see the other paths we’ve missed…the turns that took us outside of well guarded zone…we see what we could’ve been if…and what we’ll never be too…and as we embark on a journey, the journey becomes a sail in the sea of tears and regrets…mixed with the race on a well maintaned highway...Happiness after sadness...and then happiness again...Who draws those maps, anyway?!
But of course, this was all lyrical bullshit, and of course the spring is still here, in my woods, at least, she is. And we had a picnic lunch outside our office today for the day was warm and very summery and he pulled us outdoors to catch a moment of freshness, to pull the travel rag out of the boot, to lie down under the tree, staring at the green stars in the skies, to enjoy the moment and more spring colours that being left for the wonder:
