Things, Memories and Everything in Between
"Don't get too attached to things. Learn to let go."
I really hated Justin Hammer's character in Iron Man 2 but that quote really drilled its way into my head. Aside from Robert Downey Jr.'s HOTNESS in the movie, that food for thought was all I could remember. I really think I could use some food for thought right now.
I just found out two days ago that my beloved keyboard is not working anymore. I tried plugging it to like 24 different power outlets around the house and it still didn't work. I wanted to cry. That was the first ever musical instrument I ever had in my life. It was actually a gift from my dad. He even hired a music teacher to teach me keyboard stuff at home. And so at the age of eleven, I learned to play the organ. I still have the pieces that I used to play with my dad listening. His personal favorite was Moon River, the first ever piece that I was able to play. I'd say that my beloved keyboard is one of the most important things in my life. It's like my connection to my late dad and somehow, playing his favorite song with it makes me forget that he's not beside me anymore. I don't want to let go of it and that's why I'm going to save up for my keyboard's repair and I promise to not let my brother's band borrow it ever again. This is how far my trust goes for people who don't know how to value other people's stuff.
I know that we are supposed to hold on to memories, not to the things that represent those memories. Memories last, things don't. Yeah. Of course I get it. But don't those things remind us that the memories were real? Because that's the way I see it and maybe that's the reason why most people hold on to so many things.
Letting go. Easier said than done right? I've always thought all these years that I've let go of my dad, that I've accepted the fact and he's gone and is never coming back. But last night while I was staring at his gravestone, I silently prayed in my head that everything was just a dream, a nightmare. That I would wake up to a bright sunshiny morning, go down to our dining room and see my dad drinking coffee with my mom while cracking his morning jokes. Somehow, I started getting the idea that maybe there's really no such thing as letting go. We only get used to the pain brought about by the absence of the things that we used to love, the things that we can't keep forever. I guess I only got used to the scenery after my dad passed away. I wake up, I go to school, I go back home and the whole thing starts again.
So how do we learn to let go if letting go does not exist? And how can we separate ourselves from the things that remind us of the memories we once had if having them somehow makes our life easier and more bearable?
They say letting go opens doors to a new and better life.
I really don't know what to say to that considering I'm not obviously the letting go type of person.
Let's just say people can say what they want to say but you can always believe what you want to believe and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's your life. Live it your way. The rest can go rot in hell.
Peace.
I really hated Justin Hammer's character in Iron Man 2 but that quote really drilled its way into my head. Aside from Robert Downey Jr.'s HOTNESS in the movie, that food for thought was all I could remember. I really think I could use some food for thought right now.
I just found out two days ago that my beloved keyboard is not working anymore. I tried plugging it to like 24 different power outlets around the house and it still didn't work. I wanted to cry. That was the first ever musical instrument I ever had in my life. It was actually a gift from my dad. He even hired a music teacher to teach me keyboard stuff at home. And so at the age of eleven, I learned to play the organ. I still have the pieces that I used to play with my dad listening. His personal favorite was Moon River, the first ever piece that I was able to play. I'd say that my beloved keyboard is one of the most important things in my life. It's like my connection to my late dad and somehow, playing his favorite song with it makes me forget that he's not beside me anymore. I don't want to let go of it and that's why I'm going to save up for my keyboard's repair and I promise to not let my brother's band borrow it ever again. This is how far my trust goes for people who don't know how to value other people's stuff.
I know that we are supposed to hold on to memories, not to the things that represent those memories. Memories last, things don't. Yeah. Of course I get it. But don't those things remind us that the memories were real? Because that's the way I see it and maybe that's the reason why most people hold on to so many things.
Letting go. Easier said than done right? I've always thought all these years that I've let go of my dad, that I've accepted the fact and he's gone and is never coming back. But last night while I was staring at his gravestone, I silently prayed in my head that everything was just a dream, a nightmare. That I would wake up to a bright sunshiny morning, go down to our dining room and see my dad drinking coffee with my mom while cracking his morning jokes. Somehow, I started getting the idea that maybe there's really no such thing as letting go. We only get used to the pain brought about by the absence of the things that we used to love, the things that we can't keep forever. I guess I only got used to the scenery after my dad passed away. I wake up, I go to school, I go back home and the whole thing starts again.
So how do we learn to let go if letting go does not exist? And how can we separate ourselves from the things that remind us of the memories we once had if having them somehow makes our life easier and more bearable?
They say letting go opens doors to a new and better life.
I really don't know what to say to that considering I'm not obviously the letting go type of person.
Let's just say people can say what they want to say but you can always believe what you want to believe and there's nothing they can do about it.
It's your life. Live it your way. The rest can go rot in hell.
Peace.
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