Remembering (the effects)

I believe, that life really has nothing to do with living.
It's just another thing you do before you move on.

Die.

A thought that runs through every being eventually. A step that we must take to move to the next. Whether it'd be Heaven or Hell. Even across time its self.
Walking past similar faces everday. Breaking something. Loseing a loved one. All are steps before you go on. Before we leave this place.
We must value these treasures that come upon us every single day. Fighting with your family. Fighting with your friend. Every stare or touch one person gives you, it's like finding twenty dollars on the ground. Without even trying. Of course we'll have our falls. Our doughts. That's when we move on.
We may not remember every word that our parents told us. They say it's important to remember certain things. Some things, yes. Others, possibaly no.
I, on the other hand, have my thoughts rushing through my mind constently. I remember the things I wish to remember. Block out the things I despies. Though, bad.. seems to keep being remembered.

Anger
Embarrassment

It keeps rushing back to my memory. But, I'm thinking clearly. Maybe.. just maybe, that memory belongs there. Like that stray puppy belongs on the old man's porch next door. I think we remember things because they were a big effect on our life. Not because they were good or bad. Just because they were so rememberable.

So when I move on.

Die.

The thought that will run through my head eventually, will be everything.

Knowing that it had an effect.

11-13-07