"memory is such a strange and selective creature. it collects those details that put a gentle pressure on the heart and yet it discards the ones that pierce too deeply."- james lecesne
I don't know how I feel about that quote. Do we truly discard the things that hurt us most or do we just hid them? Something that makes such a painful impact on us can't be lost forever can it? There has to come a time when it surfaces and the mind has to come to terms. As I get older I find it harder to push these things out of my mind; hiding them from myself is becoming less of an option. It pushes me to work on closure, which is something I always struggle with. Rainy weather always gets me in funk moods. Just stuff to think about.
la paix et l'amour toujours et a jamais.
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