The past has a funny way of remembering
The present isn’t quite sure how to remember
The future needs not to remember at all
The mind moves forward or it think it does move forward
It moves although it’s not sure if the movement is horizontal or vertical
The mind gives peace but only for a while
A pause to the ramblings of your soul
The mind gives balance
It considers both the good and the bad
The heart yearns for our yesteryears
Calling and beckoning to heed our feelings
Succumb to them, indulge in them
But the heart also remembers pain
The heart recalls loss
The heart knows no past, present, nor future
But a state of endless emotions running back and forth between our chests
So where should you listen? To one’s heart that beats? To one’s mind that ponders?
Aren’t we all here searching? Should we even listen?
Everyone remembers and everyone forgets too; some better than others
What do we do with dreams? What do with memories?
Remembering can be as painful as forgetting
As joyful as recalling
As fruitful as learning
As heartwarming as wondering
Do you even remember?
I hope you do
I hope I do too