Is that all we are?
In the grand scheme of all that is our life, is only a fraction of an interception what we will consider a relationship?
I’ve recently traveled to other countries. Made many friends… friends? For what they’re worth, I don’t know. Do we just share that time for what it is worth, then let time fade the memories that were held so close, to what I would say would be my heart, my life, my dream, I am really living the dream that is to be so worldly…. Different, I know, we all are, but here is where I get confused, when I meet someone and bond with them, I don’t want that to die. I don’t want anything to die.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Bull shit (If the Devil was/is real, its marketing).
What happens on travel, stays in travel? Bull shit.
My memories are my legacy. I don’t want them to die or be cast away into a forgotten realm of my brain. I want to hold them close and remember them daily. Just because the sun sets, doesn’t mean our memories do too.
It has to reoccur.
I want this life — these people to reoccur. Am I the only one that see’s or desires this?
These moments, times, mistakes, flaws, perfections, lies, truths, honors, disgraces… they make us. I want to share all of mine with the people I meet all over the world and not for just a night, not just for a week… not for a brief moment in time. I want to hold these moments close, then make them part of our life.
I’ve been blessed by some power that obviously wants to see me throw it all away with the small mistakes that I make, but losing the people I meet, these memories, these… life changing moments aren’t ones I’m willing to give up without a fight. But the burning question is this:
Why won’t anyone fight with me?
Is not more to our interaction to the rest that I find? Is it just going to be a FaceBook blog or blurb, or a spot on Twitter about this guy at this pub where he made me laugh, cry or cheer? Is that the end? Is that what this digital age has brought us? Is this what life is now?
Why?
A relationship can start in so many ways. I start with a smile and a greeting. Usually something goofy. Something unexpected. Because that is what I want to be remembered by… something unexpected! Something refreshing. Something, new. Take it or leave it, this is what I sell.
Tonight we might be the closest… but tomorrow, when you wash your face, will you remember mine?
