Diary Entry - 37
Movies and Music. . .
We all hear it, see it, touch it, remember it. . . for some, more than others, it plays an integral part of who, what and where we were when certain pieces appeared while certain memories were made. The two, are often. . . inseperable.
The torn, lovelorn youth and first loves . . . we all have been privy to. What makes some more important than others . . . MEMORIES. . .
To our psychological self. . .every moment of our being, we associate with what music which was prevelent at the time that the memory was made, what movie you saw or some other social and media theme prevailed during your 'moment' , which resembles your relationship. . .
We all have 'moments', some of them last a lifetime, others last a few days, months or years. . . .
Few movies, have rarely touched the real psychy of angst that real deepth of a soul connection captures.
One for me is ' Splendor In The Grass ' it is the most vaunerable to the pschy and to the touch of what it really feels like to be totally encompassed by someone. . to survive it. . .and come out on the otherside. . not quite yourself, but at least you are passable, in every day society.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Time. . .
Diary Entry - 36
They say 'time heals all wounds', 'with time, you will get through this', 'time has a way of making one forget'.
Is it really possible that time does heal all your wounds, that it enables you to get through things that you never thought you would be able to endure and that it has a way of making you forget?
What if 'TIME' didn't exsist? What if we just 'WERE'? Who decided that 'time' is what all things, dreams, wants and desires. . . are decided and measured by?
The most important thing that I have learned. . . is that I am NOT some scary, crazy bitch that imagined a life, previous to what I live now. . . .
How many of us get to have that acknowledgement? How many of us can embrace what others have shund? How many of us can say. . . I have loved, truly, madly, and deeply. . .in my lifetime?
They say 'time heals all wounds', 'with time, you will get through this', 'time has a way of making one forget'.
Is it really possible that time does heal all your wounds, that it enables you to get through things that you never thought you would be able to endure and that it has a way of making you forget?
What if 'TIME' didn't exsist? What if we just 'WERE'? Who decided that 'time' is what all things, dreams, wants and desires. . . are decided and measured by?
The most important thing that I have learned. . . is that I am NOT some scary, crazy bitch that imagined a life, previous to what I live now. . . .
How many of us get to have that acknowledgement? How many of us can embrace what others have shund? How many of us can say. . . I have loved, truly, madly, and deeply. . .in my lifetime?
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