To cut loose ends is so easily confused for cutting ourselves from what drove our little passions. And it’s easy to forget that. It’s easier to forget ourselves. Don’t. Stories made us and continue to do so. The only sensible thing to do is to become a story, a bigger part and chapter or at least a cliff hanger. Memories are stories we come back to, it’s only fine to capture that experience and become that, to be someone’s reason to come back and stay. Some passion writes these stories and there’s a little bit at least in all of us.
It’s not that hard to be the embodiment of a wonderful experience. As ideal as it sounds, it isn’t far fetched. After all, stories we think are almost ideal exist and they still come with some humanness to them. If this can be projected, it can be. Our longing for something makes us misread something in all innocence. To misread is to become and we’re all in this together. It is a case of adoration and admiration. If only we don’t cut ourselves off what makes us. We must not, because we make someone else inevitably.
A life of light.
Of course, some of us were here at one point in time and stayed. Some of us forgot. But for the one’s who didn’t forget, it’s like being 21 but older.