Faded Memories
I always thought life was funny. You think you live day by day remembering things. Reminiscing in the past and hoping for a better future for our selves. Yet the sweetest and best memories fade away. Like they never existed. You sit there trying to remember all the positive and great things in your life. Yet the best and most memorable moments you share with others somehow vanish. Things change. Your surroundings change. Life changes.
You try so hard to change everything and keep momentous memories. Yet those memories are the ones that fade away without us realizing. Life does not give us a chance to store all the moments and events we would like to remember. We want to keep changing things to satisfy our current needs.
Yet as civilization advanced. Humans wanted to keep records. Remember things. They found ways and ways. Writings, drawings, and sculptures. Anything that will tell a story. Something to keep someone remembering them.
So it is the same for us internet writers that live in this black hole of thoughts written for the world to see. Who is reading it? Why they reading it? Who will remember it? Why they will remember it? Can they share our pain? Can they share our feelings?
All these memories we are writing. All these thoughts we are sharing. Those that are read by you. Will you remember it? Will it affect you in any way?
Yet we write cause we want to remember. We want to share something with someone. We keep it as our record of thoughts. Things we may not remember but it is there to be remembered by someone. Hopefully someone will always remember us no matter how difficult or bad the situation was. No matter what we have done to each other. Good or bad. That we will be remembered by them for something that is insignificant, unimportant, but a small memory is enough. It is thoughtful to just be remembered and not be another faded memory.
It is 1:15 am and I have not slept yet and thought about this. The memories. People we remember. People that have touched our hearts. Things that mattered or did not. How much can we remember of it? And who will continue remembering it for us, and why?






I have been sitting here thinking of the meaning of love. What is love? Who defined it? How can anyone define something so convoluted? To me I think it is the strangest feeling that anyone can experience. Once you get to that stage of loving someone, it just becomes an uncontrollable feeling. A feeling that you cannot understand. And once it is gone.. life becomes like a dark cloud; always gloomy.
Well, if I don’t get into Masters and I am getting to the point of being utterly unmotivated, than all I can do is wait till December of this year and see if I want to stay at my job or not. It’s not cause of the work environment or anything. I am so used to it after 5 years that when hearing or witnessing anything bazaar that has become so normal, but at this point of my life, I really need to move on. I am not growing or progressing. I need challenges in my life to keep me interested. I mean, I work full time and I take enough courses per semester to keep me busy, and I still cannot find any challenges at work or life. I thought maybe if I had less hours to work by going to classes that I would feel pressure or challenge, but no. I just don’t feel it. I don’t even stay up late at nights. Nothing. I think I got good at managing my time that I am doing it unconsciously. I am actually planning ahead! Well a week ahead but that’s not bad. Major improvement. 
