Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
Monday, November 5, 2012
The Efficiency And Perfection Of The Lost
Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
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Yet you still value the things you've lost the most. Because the things you've lost are still perfect in your head. They never rusted. They never broke. They are made of the memories you once had, which only grow rosier and brighter, day by day. They are made of the dreams of how wonderful things could have been and must never suffer the indignity of actually still existing. Of being real. Of having flaws. Of breaking and deteriorating.
Only the things you no longer have will always be perfect.
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17 comments:
So breathtakingly real..
I think, today, you read my mind, perfectly, and put what you found into words!
simply because they were part of who you are. It's hard to move on without them.
This is exactly the way i woke up feeling, thinking, sipping my cup of coffee and here at work .. day dreaming it. Thank you.
You're perfect in my memory.
In my thoughts.
In my daydreams.
it's because i over glorify it, all of it. when push comes to shove, i know he wasn't perfect. this wasn't perfect. we weren't perfect. but when it ends, all that's left of the rollercoaster is the ups... as if the downward spirals never existed at all.
Just like us. Even though I am fed up and done for good, I will always love you. Always.
I think it is those things that actually hurt us in life [the challenges we face] that create our greatest memories when we look back in our lives...over coming something and then looking back at it, makes it seem perfect and all this is created by the uncertainities we are presently faced with
If that seems hard try knowing it was imperfect, not meant to last, flawed from the beginning, little chance to sustain. Combine that with no mercy in glorifying the past, no chance to move on because it was the final destination and still missing it. :)
"Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?"
Too true it hurts a little. Just a little.
Unsaid is what brought us here. See, I don't even know who you are after all those years. That's why I'm doing this.
This is very true. Even scientifically. We actively construct our own past as we go along, readjusting, forgetting what we want to forget, remembering, reinforcing all the good things, bending it all in the best way, coloured by our mood and interpretation of the moment, and often the past indeed seems rosier than the now... Or else, if you´re having a really good time, sometimes you already regret the end of it.
This is very true. Even scientifically. We actively construct our own past as we go along, readjusting, forgetting what we want to forget, remembering, reinforcing all the good things, bending it all in the best way, coloured by our mood and interpretation of the moment, and often the past indeed seems rosier than the now... Or else, if you´re having a really good time, sometimes you already regret the end of it.
You definitely wrote this for me.
You will eventually lose everything and everyone. The only thing you have is yourself.
I'm finding, you can lose yourself too.
You'll never be perfect. Ever. Ever. I fucking loved you anyway. Yet that glimmer in my eye, it isn't permanent. Blame yourself for that someday. Don't find me when you get lonely. I won't be here.
I still love you, I still miss you, I never gave up.
Now you're back and I'm so afraid to relive the pain of the past that I'm pushing you away.
I miss the days when we worshipped each other and not the needle.
You're the problem and the solution.
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