How I wish at times there could be a remote control for life.
Rewind, Forward, Stop, Pause, Play, I'd press them all.
Rewind back to those memories I wish would've lasted forever.
Forward past those memories I wish never existed.
Stop at those wonderful memories that should've never left me.
Pause at that one time when I felt I couldn't have been happier.
Play those sincerely joyous memories over and over again.
In a way, that's what my mind's for, the real remote control of life.
I can replay, forget, take in, cherish the memories inside my head.
Little files, hidden in an archive of perplexing thoughts.
Save those good ones, pull them out whenever I want to.
Delete those bad ones, store them away for forever and ever.
My own portable computer, my memories kept safe and secret.
My past, present, future, may they stay preserved in my memory for eternity.
2 comments:
indeed; life would certainly be better organized if we have a remote control.
but we have to work with what we have--in photographs, in scrapbooks, in letters, in momentos, to help what may slip through our memory.
I've always feared forgetting the past, especially when I see it slipping from the present into yesterday, last week, last month, last year – now, a lifetime ago.
But inevitably, it happens.
That's why I write, to give myself the assurance that part of me will be preserved forever, if not in my faulty memory, at least in the words on the page.
May we never, never forget.
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