This post is just my mind sort of wandering and thinking about sweet stuff like memories and such. Actually, I wrote it before I changed schools...during a time in which I was feeling quite fearful of my future. Enjoy :)
I
look ahead: unknowing and unsure of my final destination. Unmitigatedly terrified
by that which I do not know and cannot see, I cling to my fears for a
provincial sense of security. Seeing no light ahead of me, I delve deeper into
the dark recesses of my mind. There, I find the renegade fears of my
over-stimulated imagination. These fears promise me that the security they
bring isn’t ephemeral. Albeit, the fears assume that they can overtake me, they
have made one error: they have failed to realize that memories follow after
them. Suddenly, memories that I thought were evanescent come rushing into my
mind simultaneously. Both pleasant and dark memories invade my mind. However,
the good memories mitigate the clutching grasp of fear and his ally; the dark
memory. As I slowly contemplate more of these good memories, I find that all of
my woes are gone. Those ominous fears have been quelled by the good memories. Memories
of laughter, giddy joy, and smiling flood the labyrinth of my mind. I have
lived a good life. Why should I look forward with fear by my side? I should
look down the now dark tunnel of my life with the anticipation of more good
memories. Good times are not transient: I will forever hold onto them by the
means of memories. Indeed, I have nothing to fear! That now dark, foreboding
tunnel of my life will soon be alight with warmth, joy, and peace.
