I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd do a little bit more writing before the end of the night. You know? There are times.. No.. Not times, maybe I should call them moments, far more pleasant to refer to them that way.. Anyway, there are moments where I reminisce the past. I think I remember things by accident.. Usually once I want to forget about something or rather, someone, I seal memories away.
But I guess this is how computers work too isn't it? Once something is uploaded, you can't technically really permanently delete it. Can you?
How cliche would it be for me to say that I truly wish that I could have a magic eraser and just erase certain people out of my mind. That could save me days of sleepless nights and heartache. Oh.. Heartache! I wish the world would have spared me, even if it's just a little less heartache, I would have been grateful.
I have a lot of things I should regret about the past, but that's how I forget the great things that it brought with it too. It's true that a warrior isn't born, it's made. And that makes everything easier to look at, in that way of thinking I mean. Being flayed around the globe isn't usually the makes of a normal, stable and well-functioning woman.
I am a mess, whether it be the things I do, the adventures I go on, the rep I leave, the friends I make. I realize that in every place or in every person's life I enter, looking back at it, how cool would it be to be able to say this? I was meant to be there. Be it I was a blessing or a curse in your life, the beautiful thing about it is that I was meant to be there. I was meant to grace a few pages of your life's story, and whether that be a good or bad thing, I touched your life. And you--mine.
It's comforting to change perspectives sometimes. It's often better to just look at all things with a sense of purpose. I know that I am put in a place where I must complete a mission. So far, so good. I've managed to touch lives and leave a mark on places I've been in. I may have had some minor and major bumps along this road, but believe it or not, if you are not past 50, your life is just about to begin. And who knows? Maybe I will rewrite this blog when I am 50 and realize that life doesn't start until then! Age is nothing but a number. But the definition of number changes when we talk YEARS. Then numbers become far more precious. Where have the years gone? If I close my eyes... I remember...