A day, a moment in that day, you've got it now, it's gone the next, I know i'm not saying anything new but why are so many moments much harder to leave behind than others? Why do we, at times when we are down and disillusioned, remember those particular moments only? Yes, ofcourse those moments are special to us, that's why we look back and sometimes pretend that we are there and then because maybe a few precious moments of pretentious release are better than facing some moments of reality.
Is it the right thing to do though? Is it right to take such indulgence in so ill-disciplined a pleasure? Supposing if we turn it around a little and remember maybe moments we were worse off in than now, when we thought we couldn't go on, when we wanted to run away not knowing from what and to where. Would that help? Would it help in these times thinking about worse siutations we've been in before and have come out stronger from?
I can't really answer that, for me, those pretentious moments in times past, however indulgent it might seem and however guilty I feel later, are what that keeps me going forward...or should I say going back...back to those times and places, I can return because I know the way to the past...I feel lost everywhere else.
