DAY #311: (n)everland ~ time capsule
Once upon a time there was a girl named Hydee, who decided not to grow up. Hydee had countless joys that other girls could never know. But she was looking at the one joy from which she must be forever barred.
She lives with boys... the Lost Boys.
They are well named.
Memory-related entry again. I just realized that this journal is more than just the share-your-everyday-stuff thing. This is something I would like to see again in case my memory finally fails without coming back.
Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience and pimples.
Things were simpler when I was younger.
I woke up with so many questions in my head. Everything just gets complicated each day. Drawing optimism from the things that make me smile, trying to get by with changes, I think, I'm getting accustomed to them, though...I'm actually barely getting by.
Ah, the complexities of life.
Let us now take a peep into the future.
I was watching Mirai Koshi Meguru yesterday when this question pervaded my thoughts. What will I be 20 years from now?
I had answers like, probably, a teacher, an old maid, a single mother, a host club owner, a pr0n film director, a mafia/yakuza boss, a pimp, an NGO-volunteer, a writer, a full-time bum, a fashion designer, a cook, a criminal, a stunt double, an idol manager...the possibilities are endless. But seriously, I don't know anything, I can't feel something either.
OK, half-joking, I always looked at things this way. When bullshit happens, I go like, "SHOOT! SHOOT! KILL! KILL!", then "TARGET EXTERMINATED, 4444 EXP GAINED, LEVEL UP." Recently, I'm dealing with this hard to defeat boss, and I' haven't got the powers or the best weapons to deal with it.
But I guess, the ultimate boss is time (and a god, if there really is, because religion is confusing me), and the ultimate weapon is a time capsule. Struggling with minor memory lapses from time to time at this age is something one shouldn't dismiss. Every day, every night, there seems to be a barrage of random thoughts that at any time, might make me break down and end up in an asylum.
T.I.M.E. I just want to remember and to be remembered. That's how simple it is. And by the way, are you wondering why there's a
Peter Pan reference in this entry?
One day, I'll forget most of the things I have enjoyed or I am enjoying now.
One day, I wouldn't be able to recall names, faces and places, and they all come down to the fact of how scared I am to let go. Memories are precious things enclosed in a time bomb. Pictures are equally damn precious too, because the people in it never change, and they'll remain the way they looked like there.
Speaking of memories...well, I have always thought of this..."...it was once a name, but it will be a legend." （＾∧＾）
So guys, how would you like them to be remembered?
When are you going to start making a time capsule that after so many years, people would have an idea of who they were, what they did, and why were they important to you? (Yourself, parents, friends, special people...)
Been wondering too about what kind of person/people will see the time capsule 20/30/40/50/100 years from now. Another alternative would be talking about it. SPREAD THE LOVE.
I'll tell their/our/my story to my children,and they will tell it to their children...and so it will go on.
For all children grow up...except one. *cough, cough*
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, my dear boys. That's where I'll be waiting.
LOL, isn't this supposed to be written on that day? I don't think so, it'll be hard for me to remember the exact thoughts. Why not post it now?
Parting Shot: Please leave a memory through this post, of how you'd like me to remember you.
