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i'm sitting down eating cookies out of this damn box wondering that as we all tread so carefully, trying our hardest not to interrupt the flow of things because they seem so delicate, so fragile, so temporary, we are being blown over by a huge gust of 'wind of Realization' .. that in actuality things are permanent, our words are carved into our lives with permanence, and half of us don't understand the importance our impressions make on a day to day basis.
it's today, this minute, that will create a memory of your past, things don't occur later when you are ready, nobody is ever ready, it's just this huge accumulation of small minutes you are passive about that collect together to create reality and who you are, and who we are. if you forget about being passive, and remember to be passionate, and involved, is when you find that that damn box of cookies is actually a huge memory just waiting to explode onto you one day when you are crying and remembering and eating some other cookie or kissing some other person.
there is a catch though, we all have scattered memories that create who we are, right? well i may remember this box of cookies and that is how i perceive happiness and how i remember myself being nineteen but maybe you won't remember the box at all, but some other box that day, and that is how you look at things. our perspectives overlap to create the reality we live in right this moment.
hmm, i'm craving oranges. perhaps i will buy a box of mandarins later. why do interesting foods come served in boxes?
it's today, this minute, that will create a memory of your past, things don't occur later when you are ready, nobody is ever ready, it's just this huge accumulation of small minutes you are passive about that collect together to create reality and who you are, and who we are. if you forget about being passive, and remember to be passionate, and involved, is when you find that that damn box of cookies is actually a huge memory just waiting to explode onto you one day when you are crying and remembering and eating some other cookie or kissing some other person.
there is a catch though, we all have scattered memories that create who we are, right? well i may remember this box of cookies and that is how i perceive happiness and how i remember myself being nineteen but maybe you won't remember the box at all, but some other box that day, and that is how you look at things. our perspectives overlap to create the reality we live in right this moment.
hmm, i'm craving oranges. perhaps i will buy a box of mandarins later. why do interesting foods come served in boxes?