April is my birthmonth.
For why celebrate only a day, when inching towards the day itself, or recovering from an overwhelm of interaction during it, seems as important?
Given my infatuation with the cyclicality of trends, I pondered, as I often do. Only this time with the intention to celebrate the passing of timee. Quotably in synch with the frameworks portion of my chronicles, I assembled mirror replicas of myself in nappy years alongside present day, in full zodiac form. Fun exercise; I am an Aries after all. And one thing to ponder over a matrix to demonstrate our phases of remembering; what really is worth remembering especially in a digital only world?
One of the many, many things I ponder.
Do you love what you miss or miss what you love?
Who’s name are you looking for in your story views?
Do you forget things if you’ve said them to people, or if you’ve had nobody to say them to?
Are you being interested or being inconsistent, or both?
If you’re not happy with what you have, what makes you think you’ll be happy with more?
Would you rather let your thoughts evolve or let them become extinct?
So, what makes us cling to past notions in the passing of time? Just like shopping for our favorites, it’s a distinction of our needs and wants. In its most naked form, we live, breathe and create memories, without necessarily any needs or wants, many of which may be forgotten in time dunes. A memory gains substance when something beckons to be remembered for important destinies of decisions, often without a particular want. And if the latter exists without a need, it’s a whiff of nostalgia, which generally lends to a comforting ambiance. And inspiration is born when a memory is both desired as well as needed, for clinging to it will mean inevitable progress.
Despite some overt profoundness this birthmonth, I’m content at having converted certain memories to inspiration, riding on the leverage of delicious words and surprisingly contagious thoughts.