When I was a kid, there was person I thought I knew quite well. I was seeing that person every day, exchanging pleasantries, even knew a lot of family details, that maybe I really didn’t have any business knowing, especially at that age…but people are people, and they don’t always make the wisest decisions…
I liked this person a lot. It may have been the mystery surrounding this person, maybe the fact that nobody really had much to say about this person, good or bad. Just a neutral type of personality, more inclined toward the nice and quiet. I thought that I was going to grow up and be something like that, too. That seemed cool. Funny how we make our life decisions when we are kids…to my defense, a good friend of mine wanted to be a bus driver, for the same reason I wanted to become this person I admired so much…it seemed interesting. He has a great mind and is now CEO of a large company somewhere in the world, so he did come to his senses eventually it seems.
With the years passing, there was less and less interaction with this person, and eventually I moved to the other end of the world, and lost track altogether. Didn’t even think about the whole thing for years, until recently, when the wind carried some wisdom on a hot afternoon… “life is too short, anyway! have some fun. indulge”… You know how sometimes you’re just in the right place at the right time? Of course you do, except most of the times, for most people is the opposite, but we will not discuss that issue now. A wave of memories flooded my mind and the fragrance of old times filled the air. And then it all came back. When I was a kid I saw this person every day, but time passed and I lost track.
And then, a long time ago, someone wrote me a letter…yes, letter, with words on paper…letting me know that this person, that I had such fond memories about, had faded quietly into eternity. How did I forget that part? Was it because I had such fond memories? Was it because this person was so mysterious to my puerile mind that the only thing allowed to be kept alive was this foggy image and a lot of warmth in my heart? Could it be that sometimes we create our own reality, thus making our own memories, far from the truth, but true to our hearts?
Many questions today. You don’t need to answer. But in memory of this mysterious person that I once knew, who wasn’t really close to me, but was close enough to leave a mark, offer a smile and kind word to someone tomorrow. You never know, you may be someone’s unsung hero, and they will never even realize it… until it’s too late for both of you to get to know each other. Life is too short indeed. Find a corner in your heart that is filled with sweet and calm memories, and soak your brain in it. It’ll get numb, quiet….and happy. Indulge.
Indulge indeed:)
Thank you, my friend! Indeed!
Beautiful, beautiful post. Sorry about the loss of your friend, but thank you for the reminder that life is too short to be spent on the sidelines.
Thank you! But I think of it as a great chance that I had to know someone who made dream…and gave reasons to be curious.
nice words to go with brill’ photo. I had been told and missed out on a memory when I was teenager early twenties. Thirty years later I was told something that made me so emotional, and wished I had known at time… ;0
memories…being young is so much different when looking back at things..
Only recently I was thinking “What if….” and I replayed several things that happened to me in in my distant pass. The more I thought about them the more I thought well if I had done it differently I might not have the happy life I have now. So no looking back for me. I can’t change what’s already done, that’s for sure.
no use crying over spilled milk…
for me it’s the looking back that revives the past… I might stick around there for another few moments..Thank you for stopping by!