Isn’t it funny how the past is always being brought up? It could simply be about this past Christmas or who said what last week- or even just yesterday. But the way back past, the “olden days” are brought up so often as well. I had a Social Studies teacher who said almost daily ‘The only thing new is the history we haven’t read yet.’ meaning history repeats itself. I for one pray that my 6th grade days don’t come and bite me in the butt when I’m 30. But that is slightly besides the point. I am a huge advocate for living in the moment but I just as often love sitting and talking about memories and comparing the details.There is something to say about living in the moment but appreciating the past. I can’t remember 25 biology definitions but I sure can tell you about the puppet shows my nannies used to put on for me when I was 4. I can’t tell you what presidents died on the 4th of July but I can share about the first time I had sweet tea (best sonic trip EVER). The time I left that letter in the bathroom will stick with me way longer than how to conjugate irregular verbs in Spanish. But isn’t that the point? Isn’t that the point of the past? I thought it was supposed to work like that, the good and truly meaningful things stick with you. They stick on you like a fly to molasses. They fly in full speed- not stopping- and quickly they stick and don’t move. Stuck for years to come. Luckily they are no mosquito because who knows some Jurassic Park may come to life. Memories stay in the past- stuck and in a weird way they live on in our heads but that’s where they stay. If I decided I wanted to re-live a moment that I so vividly remember and loved how I was feeling at the time then when it happened again it wasn’t as fabulous wouldn’t that memory be ruined? That fantastic day would be ruined just because I wanted to live it again instead of bucking up and making a new moment. We hold on tight to those moments- those days that are merely stories now- we have such a strong grip on them we often forget to make new memories now. So tonight I am having to tell myself to loosen my grip a smig and live my life for now because I don’t want history to repeat itself. I want to create history- be apart of it. Everyday I have 24 hours; 1440 minuets; 86400 seconds to make my history. Why would I waste that precious time reliving history? Why do I hold on so tight to what is already done and over? Because I am slightly (or very) afraid of the future. Duh. My past is sweet and comfortable. It’s like sleeping in my Dad’s t-shirt again, the familiar smell and soft texture. Old, comforting, and safe. Oh so safe. The past is safe, it is familiar, it is recognizable. But the future is new and exciting, it is slightly uncomfortable and scary, but it is new. Some days it will be the new like smell of a new car and other days it will be like that new shirt that gets ruined the first time through the wash. But it will all be so worth it because tomorrow could be end up being one of those memories you want to hit pause and rewind on. So wake up live the day until the 86400 second as best as you can. Every minute you waste is a minute that won’t be apart of those awesome memories. So live each day for the future so that you can look back and want to recreate the moment but know that moment is there because you didn’t recreate another. Carpe diem my loves, carpe diem.
Love, hugs, and many new memories- Molly