Tuesday, October 19, 2010

365 Days, Day 134

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only (Henry Miller)

Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together (Elizabeth Gray Vining)

It's impossible to move, to live, to operate at any level without leaving traces, bits, seemingly meaningless fragments of personal information (William Gibson)

Our life, at any given moment, is made up of fragments. Sometimes the pieces do not seem to fit together; they are only smidgeons of the whole. I like the idea that our lives are like collages. All the pieces which are scattered together do not have to ‘make sense’. Sometimes they might make sense, with hindsight.

Our lives could be like a movie, where fragments are played out and seem disconnected. Gradually the threads start tying up and get woven together. From the sidelines little multicoloured threads can still be added, for spice and ‘colour’. Although in a movie, one would hope there is script that is being followed, whereas in our lives, there probably isn’t a script…

Enjoy the little fragments in your life: the little ‘wow’ moments, the frantic moments, be in the sad moments and the hectic ones. Savour the special moments - for times when you are sad and lonely. Your little fragments of memory can be flipped through like a collage journal…

I flip through my collage journal reliving the fragments of memory and I feel warm. I smile. Thank you for being part of my memory journal.

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