I was watching a movie tonight. And a scene inspired my brain to run a million miles a minute. I had to go look up the line from the script so that I could share it with you all.
I tell you, I just….
I just wish I could have a piece of her that I could keep safe, you know?
Something more than a bunch of memories.
Memories. It’s interesting to me how broken we get when something that we thought was our entire world… gets reduced to memories. A lost love, a death, or even a rejection of some sort… when we feel that something has been stolen from us, even when that something was only a dream… it evokes a strange pain. A loss that we have to grieve and accept in order to move forward. And then things change and shift and all that is left are the memories of it. It’s almost like we have to grieve the dream of what was.
Almost makes one reconsider what the worth of a memory REALLY is?
If memories are all we have to take with us, if they are all we get to cling to on those lonely nights when it’s just us alone with our thoughts… then why do we put so little value on them? Why do we get so caught up in all the strange bullshit that we do, when we should really be trying to savor every single delicious moment that we have – because in the end, it will only be a memory.
This evening I was reminded… oddly by a movie that I haven’t seen in a long time… that sometimes, you just have to let life flow. There are things that happen that are out of your control- and that if I just hold on to the memories from my past, and relax and keep creating new memories… that somehow, it’ll all work out in the end.
Goodnight Neverland. Much love to you this evening.