A Word On Life.

You know, it’s funny the things that we forget. While going through the daily meanderings of our lives there will often be times when we think to ourselves “I will never forget this moment for the rest of my life. Never.” Whether it is was your first kiss… your first day of school… the first time you met your younger sibling…the first time you were proud of yourself… your first love. And during these times the purity of emotion felt is undescribable. We do our best to hold each of these dear moments as close as we can to our hearts but eventually they pass into our memories as unnoticed as a leaf blowing in the wind. It’s a bit sad actually.

Yet these moments are our lives. Just one big jumbled ordeal of little moments and little memories that build us into the individuals we are. And that, in itself, is a very important question I believe. Who are we? Are we the young boy waiting for his father to come home? Are we the daughter wondering why mommy is crying? Are we the spouse that cheats on their other? Are we the antagonist that causes conflict? Are we the hero on the white horse?

Or are we all of them?

While perusing through my own catalog of memories, I realized I’ve forgotten so many things. So many moments within my life that truly have affected and shaped whom I’ve become. For better or worse. Lessons have been remembered and others forgotten. One has to wonder how often you’ve trampled your own footsteps. How often you’ve stepped on your own shadow.

So…Life. Full of emotion, conflict…decisions. This is the basis for any future writings that may follow within this page. To serve as an outlet of my own human drama so that years from now I may look back and have a better idea of exactly what kind of person I chose to become. After all, it is my life.

How exciting.