Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Times and places

There is an old saying: we cannot step into the same river twice.  It seems so true even for the places we are connected with in a million ways and moments.  You can live your life for years, get to know every little detail of the place, virtually every stone under your feet. And then you move away (even if not too far), make another place your home.  Unexpectedly thrown back you are suddenly lost, standing in the middle disoriented and confused. It looks familiar and yet so very distant and different. Memories are still there to hold your hand and guide you back step by step like a child learning to walk but it's never the same.  It feels like it all happened in another lifetime. It's tucked away so deep that peeling off layers takes extra time and effort. Remembering  how it used to be. Confusion is a strange mix of deja vu and nostalgia, drawing you back and at the same time forcing to be cautious in this new old land where things has changed quite a bit when you weren't looking but subtle familiar glimpses still help navigate these waters. It feels surreal how easily our present can disengage us from our past that reminds more and more of disassociated, scattered frames from an old movie. But it's still there as ever unchanged because it has already happened.

4 comments:

  1. Brilliant disciption of what is called: LIFE-"time" ! ...no rewind button available ;), but would we get any further, if we would have that sort of "button" ? - Probably, we would be caught in rewinding all day long...:p

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  2. Good point as usual. The key is to constantly move forward even if on occasion we are tempted to stop and look back.

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  3. This is the beauty of life. You always moving foward, always seeing the world with new looks... And when you come back, not to past, but onl place, or old taste or even a old scent, you think: Was it that? My memories are so different... yes, your memories were saved ofr your old self, a child, a teeneager or even a young woman.. but time changed you, or better, you changed in time.... So who observe, who walks and talks in that old place, is not that one, is you now, a new one... so sometimes, return to an old place, an old love or an old memory is like meet the new and rebuild a new memory again.

    And of course, I love you style to describe our feelings... our impressions.. accurate d and soft.. melancholic and sweet....

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