The past, revisited..
This is something i wrote about a year ago.
I began in an empty room, graciously donated from my parents.
Into this room i placed and collected many wonderful things.
After having found everything i could ever want, i closed the
door. Perfectly content with everything in life, i had no
need for money, fast cars, or anything. Then one day, the
room caught on fire and started to burn. I sat in the middle
of my room and watched everything slowly melt away. All things
i had loved and cherished had fallen on me and scorched my body,
mind, and soul.
In the aftermath, i had nothing, had nothing to define myself;
i wanted to die. Nothing was important anymore. For all
purposes, i was dead. My smile, my laughter, my happiness..
had all been consumed by the fire in that room.
Then, one day i realized my room was empty again, and that i
should start over. Start over from the beginning. But this
time make fewer mistakes, enjoy the triumphs more, make great
friends all over again.
So here i am, using past memories as guidelines for the future.
My life isn't over, someone just pressed the reset button.