Is a scrapbook made up of memories or scraps of one's life?
I have been working on my scrapbooks at long last, and in so doing a lot has come to mind. One thing, was if anyone would care about the scrapbooks themselves? Would anyone morn my passing? Then I realized something..... I didn't want anyone to morn. Isn't ones life a personal thing? Made up of individual moments, happenings both good and bad? Private except where it was lived in the public eye. Personal, except where it was shared. For me it was up close and very personal. I have survived where others would have failed, and choose to live as I do. Alone isn't a bad word, when it comes to being hurt. Alone, one can't be hurt. It is in the sharing that it happens. More often than not unasked for. I was raised to expect certain things from others, both friends and family. It seems they always fell short of what little I wanted and needed. I always said I wouldn't become like them, as it were "falling to their level". And so I haven't.
I have passed thought this life as I am, being made by what I have endured, shared, and lost. No part of it can be can be changed without effecting the rest.
The truth is I have lived, and been and created more then the average person. That is not for nothing. Touched to many lives, changed others for the better, and cried over what I hurt. Remorse is good for the soul. It helps you to grow.
So I will pass out of this life as I lived though it. With courage, determination and somehow I'll make it creative. And best of all... I will carry no burdens of any others designs. Like the water in the pond..... a few faint ripples created by someone or thing else, then the quiet stillness. A peacefulness born from the stillness of one soul alone. No fireworks, no fanfare, no great announcement! The sound of the clock ticking away, moving on.
Do I feel a loss? No ,not at all. I'm not sorry for anything, and I am glad for all I have gotten to do. It is the way it was.
The few in my life, are there because they want to be and for no other reason, or profitable gain. {Well, the cats may want to be fed, but that's a given.} The rest isn't even missed.
Here is hoping you can say the same when your time comes.
I took the road less travel by......
I have been working on my scrapbooks at long last, and in so doing a lot has come to mind. One thing, was if anyone would care about the scrapbooks themselves? Would anyone morn my passing? Then I realized something..... I didn't want anyone to morn. Isn't ones life a personal thing? Made up of individual moments, happenings both good and bad? Private except where it was lived in the public eye. Personal, except where it was shared. For me it was up close and very personal. I have survived where others would have failed, and choose to live as I do. Alone isn't a bad word, when it comes to being hurt. Alone, one can't be hurt. It is in the sharing that it happens. More often than not unasked for. I was raised to expect certain things from others, both friends and family. It seems they always fell short of what little I wanted and needed. I always said I wouldn't become like them, as it were "falling to their level". And so I haven't.
I have passed thought this life as I am, being made by what I have endured, shared, and lost. No part of it can be can be changed without effecting the rest.
The truth is I have lived, and been and created more then the average person. That is not for nothing. Touched to many lives, changed others for the better, and cried over what I hurt. Remorse is good for the soul. It helps you to grow.
So I will pass out of this life as I lived though it. With courage, determination and somehow I'll make it creative. And best of all... I will carry no burdens of any others designs. Like the water in the pond..... a few faint ripples created by someone or thing else, then the quiet stillness. A peacefulness born from the stillness of one soul alone. No fireworks, no fanfare, no great announcement! The sound of the clock ticking away, moving on.
Do I feel a loss? No ,not at all. I'm not sorry for anything, and I am glad for all I have gotten to do. It is the way it was.
The few in my life, are there because they want to be and for no other reason, or profitable gain. {Well, the cats may want to be fed, but that's a given.} The rest isn't even missed.
Here is hoping you can say the same when your time comes.
I took the road less travel by......
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