Have you ever looked back on your life and wonder if it was all real?
I just went back and read this letter I wrote to myself during my last 45 minutes of high school.
I reflected back on everything I've ever done, barely remembering half of it.
Its strange, it feels like yesterday, but at the same time, it feels like it never happened.
Sometimes when something is happening to me it feels like it already happened.
You ever get that feeling?
That life is like a movie, and everything that happens is actually just in a flashback.
Its weird.
One day I'm going to look back and read this, and I'm going to remember sitting in my grandma and grandpas sitting room in my pajamas typing away on my laptop.
I'm going to remember how happy I was, and thankful for all the amazing things I've gained in the last few months.
All the friends, the memories, experience, and most of all I'm going to remember Kyle.
I hope that he'll be more than a memory.
These moments when I start thinking like this, I really feel like I'm only in a flashback, this happened years ago, and its only me remembering it.
And as creepy as it is, I'm okay with it.
To me that just means I'll remember it better down the road.
Author notes
People used to like my strange columns in the past.
This isn't one of my best, but I need to get back in the habit of writing
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Though the message is powerful, it's written more like prose than poetry. That's fine with me, though, because I believe the highest value in a poem is truth. If on some level it is true, it is worth reading. This poem made me think about the same feeling you have...it's gives me such nostalgia! The thing is, it's not really the events that occurred that fascinate me, it's the fact that they occurred at all. The very concept of memory is so astounding and so much a part of our lives that it is strange to look back on who we used to be, life being as fluid as it is. It's a bittersweet emotion, I believe, because of the certainty of the past which gives us strength and the uncertainty of the future which is less beneficial to most. Maybe the secret to a timeless happiness is to embrace the future as a thing of hope and certainty despite our lack of understanding of it. After all what different does it make if an event is yet to happen, if it will happen?
*sigh* I need to rant less and write poetry more. Hope I didn't annoy you, and keep writing. Your new ideas are impressive!
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