When you live fast forwarding through various scenes of life,
at times you just fail to comprehend when and where did a particular act go!
Did that scene even happen? was I ACTUALLY there?? The
memory seems like some hazy dream... Moving ahead in life you come across various
places, people, experiences; creating a certain memory, which after a while
just lays down in the litter box among other memories. And if by chance some
day, a rare moment comes where you happen to stumble upon a certain memory
lying below a pile of other dusty things, it just feels a bit distant, even unreal.
Reminds me of these lines though by Charlotte Bronte…
“…And days may pass
in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.”
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.
But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.”
