Reminders.

There are certain things in life that really stick with you. There are people, moments, concepts, lessons, colors, smells, smiles... feelings... dreams... that seem to resonate and echo so strongly in one's memory that their impact doesn't seem to fade... there are only times when they might seem to fade because of all the noise in life that tends to crowd in. Sometimes, when you find a lucky bit of clarity and quiet, and the noise becomes a bit muted, and the pain of the unnecessary things falls away into the lingering obscurity, those certain things come back and the impressions of their impact can be felt again... and I consider it a blessing. The memories we cherish, the nostalgia of a past perceived through rose-tint, are always a blessing. Every reminder of the goodness we once enjoyed is always welcome even if some of those reminders only serve to emphasize a loss between then and now. Love and pain are inseparable and this isn't a bad thing... it just is a thing. And sometimes it is a thing that inspires one like me to write about it. I feel inclined, despite what I was lucky enough to already do in life, to say good bye once again. Is it to make a further attempt at some sort of emotional closure? I don't know. But it is something I feel to do even as I sit by myself knowing there isn't a specific response I can receive. Perhaps it is just a moment. Perhaps it is just another step in the process of grieving. I know there will be many more in the future and I look forward to those, too. Feeling is one of the greatest blessings of being alive... to me. Truly.