apatheticq's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Short Term Bandaid Occationally the world seems clear. Everything falls into it's own little niche. Life makes sense in ways that you couldn't have really fathomed. Attempting to convey, all these words we'd never say, but meant. It's always sad losing an experience we may never feel again. Seems so final. So strange. We cling to our past, and know that no matter how much time's past it will never be quite like it once was. Never smell quite like it once did. And Never feel quite like we once were. Doesn't mean we would rather be there, than here. The loss of anything feels like a loss. Doesn't matter if the gains far surpase it. When the time is right, you deal with these things, cite them, write them, relax in the notions that swirl around. You can not rekindle what you left, it will never be the same, never feel the same, never taste the same. You are moving on, and that is okay. Our own fear of death, and finality takes a role in our fears towards the end. They are irrational, and even that is okay. Do not try and force the feelings you want to hide away. Take the bandaid off quickly, for while it may sting, it won't sting as long. And you can do other things while still numb, grow into new ideas and concepts, and learn what it means to cherish who a person is, and not be dependant. -Nathan 9:40 a.m. - May 21, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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