Sunday, February 9, 2014

Sentimental Dust

I'm way too sentimental. The more I think about it, I realize that the end of sentimental is mental. We're all just a little mental, whether we like to admit it or not. Why do we care what happens to that old letter from that one crush? Let's face it, we're not gonna read it again, and if we do, it just makes us sad. And yet, we bury it in a drawer for a day that will never come. We lie to ourselves. Maybe, these old artifacts are reminders of mistakes. After all, that is how we learn.

We surround ourselves with the past. It gathers like dust. Sometimes I think it's to ground us, so when you wake up in the morning you remember who you are.

If life's an iPod, then there's way too many people who've left it on repeat. Shake to shuffle, am I right? If we live every day like the last, what's the point in life? In human existence? We've gotta move on from that old song. One of the most honest statements I've ever heard is this: 

All good things come to an end.

So yeah, mourn the loss of your previous life. But remember that all good "things" come to and end. That's plural, friend.

At the end of our lives, we're left scarred all over by our past. And let's face it, sometimes we're just an embodiment of all that pain, all that longing, and we forget that time is still moving, that you're on the conveyer belt of life. So why not put down that old letter and enjoy the view? Heck, you don't even have to walk! This thing just rolls on and on for you, with everybody guessing what's powering it! 

Shut up, get out there, and be amazing.


Solstice Everston


  1. "We are left scarred all over by our past"
    So true. Loved this post.

  2. "we surround ourselves with the past. it gathers like dust"

  3. "that the end of sentimental is mental"

  4. We're just an embodiment of all that pain, all that longing

    Mmm yes


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