There are many
memories of persons, places and emotions
from my past that I
love and hold captive in my heart;
memories that I visit
and revisit whenever the need arises.
I thought that by
returning to those places and persons
it would be like
stepping into a room
where nothing has
changed over time.
I was wrong, life is
not like that.
Where there once were
many trees and multicolor foliage,
now there are houses,
shopping centers, and super highways.
Where there once was
a sandy beach I could stroll on,
now there are stones
and rough terrains that are uninviting.
Where once
conversations were about joie de vivre,
now they center on
aches & pains, health & aging.
Upon reflection, I
realize that
as I go from one
moment to the other,
from one experience
to the other, I change.
Whether I perceive it
or not, I am different,
and, in that same
manner,
the people and places
I love have changed too.
Now, what should I do
with my memories?
Should I adjust them?
Should I keep them intact?
Should I abandon them
and try to forget?
I choose to keep them
because
only in my mind, only
in my memories
can all past moments
and experiences remain the same,
like the photographs I
treasure and feel compelled to
contemplate from time
to time.
I know that whenever
I feel the need,
I will go back to
those special moments
and enjoy them for a
short while,
knowing that they
belong in my past,
knowing that I must
return to my present moment
and weave new memories.
Mildred Santiago
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