The Cruelty of Memory
The memory is a wonderful complexity. It is seemingly infinite in depth at times and yet often proves to be tragically shallow. The beauty of it's vibrancy can bring great delight while the coldness of it's reminder can chill the soul to a standstill. It is not predictable yet remains moldable. The memory can be a faithful friend while also demonstrates the ability to scorn and shame as a grievous adversary.
Is the memory a figment of reality? Can such a paradox exist? Is the memory a hostage to either good or evil? Is the memory just pawn in a grandiose equipoise? How can something so influential be so incredibly daunting?
The memory seems to dine on a steady diet of fright and anxiety. The memory skews thought process and jumbles eloquence. Rationality is not a concern of memory while it snickers in the mind of the truly concerned. Past is resurrected in the present and, at times, becomes the feared future. Memory is not easily recessed as it threatens to break the threshold that so fragilely keeps it at bay.
The memory enlightens. The memory evokes in order that it might once again bring blessing. The joy of what once was can be recollected to guide the up and coming. The memory drinks of beauty and charm with the ability to comfort and confirm. It is tailored uniquely to each one in order that it might meet each need.
The memory is an intricacy that has no power to enslave on it's own and yet the self remains unable tame the memory within it's own power. Claiming and keeping the memory to oneself only ensures failure and despondency. The memory must too be surrendered to the only one that can soothe the spirit. Though continuous affirmation of what has been done away with will undoubtedly be needed, the memory can be used for enduring exultation and no longer perpetual condemnation. Such profundity can only be gifted. Loosening the tight grip on what is apparently constrainable only reveals the futility of rendering the memory obedient to such a trembling soul as mine own.
Is the memory a figment of reality? Can such a paradox exist? Is the memory a hostage to either good or evil? Is the memory just pawn in a grandiose equipoise? How can something so influential be so incredibly daunting?
The memory seems to dine on a steady diet of fright and anxiety. The memory skews thought process and jumbles eloquence. Rationality is not a concern of memory while it snickers in the mind of the truly concerned. Past is resurrected in the present and, at times, becomes the feared future. Memory is not easily recessed as it threatens to break the threshold that so fragilely keeps it at bay.
The memory enlightens. The memory evokes in order that it might once again bring blessing. The joy of what once was can be recollected to guide the up and coming. The memory drinks of beauty and charm with the ability to comfort and confirm. It is tailored uniquely to each one in order that it might meet each need.
The memory is an intricacy that has no power to enslave on it's own and yet the self remains unable tame the memory within it's own power. Claiming and keeping the memory to oneself only ensures failure and despondency. The memory must too be surrendered to the only one that can soothe the spirit. Though continuous affirmation of what has been done away with will undoubtedly be needed, the memory can be used for enduring exultation and no longer perpetual condemnation. Such profundity can only be gifted. Loosening the tight grip on what is apparently constrainable only reveals the futility of rendering the memory obedient to such a trembling soul as mine own.
posted by jitzig at 8:45 PM
1 Comments:
This is beautiful writing and brings about peace, if only we could stop forgetting what we need to remember
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