Duo Maxwell :: [死神] The God of Death (
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maskormenace2018-11-08 07:50 pm
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Anon text;
How many people do you remember? Do you remember all the people who shaped you? Are you living for anyone, at this moment?
Memories are precious things in this place. We can lose them easily, and they can be returned on a whim. We have no control over it. You can record them, leave them behind here, but even if you hear or read them again, they may not have any meaning to you. Maybe you won’t feel anything at all when reading them, or having someone relay them to you. In that case, aren’t you reading someone else’s memories rather than your own?
Would you be happier to forget them? Or would you want to be able to remember them, no matter what?
As for me, I want to carry these memories with me, for better or worse, for as long as possible. It’s how I’ve always lived anyway. People that have died, people that have left. People that saved me, people that hurt me. For me, it’s a way of living. I know that eventually, I’ll leave this place, and I’ll forget some of them, but I don’t mind bearing their weight for now.
(Sorry. Another rambling, self-indulgent 'in memoriam' post. I hear these are passé, now.)
Memories are precious things in this place. We can lose them easily, and they can be returned on a whim. We have no control over it. You can record them, leave them behind here, but even if you hear or read them again, they may not have any meaning to you. Maybe you won’t feel anything at all when reading them, or having someone relay them to you. In that case, aren’t you reading someone else’s memories rather than your own?
Would you be happier to forget them? Or would you want to be able to remember them, no matter what?
As for me, I want to carry these memories with me, for better or worse, for as long as possible. It’s how I’ve always lived anyway. People that have died, people that have left. People that saved me, people that hurt me. For me, it’s a way of living. I know that eventually, I’ll leave this place, and I’ll forget some of them, but I don’t mind bearing their weight for now.
(Sorry. Another rambling, self-indulgent 'in memoriam' post. I hear these are passé, now.)
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Now you get it. Some people can never forget, and it drives them mad.
Some people try to forget, then remember again.
All kinds of things can throw a person off balance.
Can't fault you for that, I suppose.
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Or they suppress it and it comes out in other ways.
Are you feeling off balance?
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You're right. Gas under pressure will always explode eventually. Or leak.
I suppose you could say I've always been a little off-balance, where my time here was concerned. But it didn't help, that's for sure.
I was remembering how much has happened since then.
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Who taught you this?
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A psychiatrist. He was my guardian too.
[And then he killed her.]
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Doesn't sound like a healthy and unbiased patient-doctor relationship to me.
No offense.
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It was complicated. All of my relationships were.
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Are you in a better place, here?
For some people, this place is a second chance.
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That's exactly what it is for me.
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I'm glad things are looking better for you here.
Maybe you can't replace the memories you have of the past, but you can look forward to making new ones that you can think of when they get you down, right?
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I can. I try to to focus on the good memories ahead when the bad ones get to be too overwhelming.
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It's as you say- for as long as you're here, there's always the future.