{"id":5282,"date":"2012-10-05T15:06:18","date_gmt":"2012-10-05T08:06:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/moui.net\/blog\/?p=5282"},"modified":"2012-10-05T15:06:18","modified_gmt":"2012-10-05T08:06:18","slug":"the-memories-and-the-misery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/moui.net\/blog\/2012\/10\/the-memories-and-the-misery\/","title":{"rendered":"The memories and the misery"},"content":{"rendered":"

I remember, not that I can resist the onslaught of memories, a time when life was different. I lived this episode of my life, for 13 odd years, so vastly different from now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Memories, clashing upon each other, bringing about an explosion of joy and the whirlwind of pain. “Once a upon a time” as nowadays I would say with a basking smile, yet some tingling sensation of sadness and sorrow does exist.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

One cannot erase these memories, nor would I want them gone from my mind. Never.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m still in a state of mourning, not because tradition demands it of me but rather I am still struggling through life and the loss. At times I replace the loss with a blistering all-consuming rage, and others I merely let them sink into the Vaults of the Void.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loss, such addictive feeling, allows me time. Amusing is it not, that for me to have the “time” I am required to experience loss. Maybe an irony to my life.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I choose to be in this state, I choose to feel the sadness, the memories and the misery. I shall not blame anyone, living or dead.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But then usually words appear in my thoughts, branding itself on my soul, and sometimes giving me the inspiration to move on. I will always remember such words:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

“Tomorrow is tomorrow, today is mine”\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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