KUJTIMET - te mira...te keqija...thjesht kujtime
Dear friend
I am sure that you are already wandering who am I and why did I just handed in this note to you.
Since I have already disappeared, probably you cannot recall my face and my physical presence.
And in case that I reminded you someone somewhat familiar, you cannot be sure if you just met that old friend or just a shadow looking like your old friend.
Isn' it so?
Yet, you may better understand what is this all about,
if I tell you that actually I am human only in a very special sense,
at least not in terms of body - «material» or your usual sense of "existing".
Then, what am I?
I am just a memory.
You know, these precious, delicate, yet resisting gems of experience....
Yes, I am not a dream, I am not nostalgia, I am in no case a simple thought, I am simply a
me - mo - ry...
Of course, I am not aware of my exact origin and I do not know who had the experience that became me. I do not even know if originally I was «good» or «bad» - if still such polarities make any sense in my special condition of existence.
(You see, if sometimes a memory is torturing you, it is not because of her fault or her will to be "evil".
It is just because YOU, yourself, is keeping her in the wrong place, in a wrong way....).
Anyway, the fact is that I am different from a photo sleeping all the time in an album.
Me, I CAN be perfectly alive.. if you just link me with your present time...
That is, IF you are at all still capable of living your "here and now"....
So, as I am somewhat the essence of your experience, I can be, in my own way, alive in this world.
And I REMAIN alive as far as there are people sensing my presence, like it just happened with you: by noticing me, even for an instant, you gave me some drops of life. (Oh, NO, NO, I am NOT a vampire... the vitalising force I am getting from you, cost nothing at all to you.... like gems of tears: they are precious but you do not feel loosing anything at all when you offer them....).
Sometimes people do not even realise meeting me.
They may just sigh, or smile a little, or get an unfocused gaze for a tiny instant... and, yes, I often have the power to control how noticeable I may become when contacting you, humans.
(For example, this time, I chose to appear only for an instant, just enough to handle to you this note).
And now, I am sure that you are wandering WHY did I give you this note.
The reason is simple.
Nowadays, you, people living in the everyday external reality, get more and more detached from your internal reality.
And if your species does not care to become such an ugly mutation, your transformation is threatening to us, the memories....
As you change into arrogant invalids, foreigners to your own emotions and afraid to sense each other, us, your memories, we must try harder and harder to get in touch with you in order to get a few drops from your energy and to finally remain alive.
So, this note is a matter of survival for me as well a challenge for you.
Its goal?
To make you somewhat more sensible in your internal micro-universe and
more aware of the desert spreading over it as long as you keep on alienating your emotions...
Now please pay attention. You may use this note in many ways.
...For example, you may use it as a remembering exercise. Try to remember how you sensed our brief contact a few minutes ago. What feelings out of it are you capable to recall?
...Then, you could use every empty space of this note to write down a very important recent memory, let's say the month's memory, the day's, the hour's or even the minute's memory, etc.
...If you think that the space is too little to write down any memory at all, imagine how obsessive you have turned out to become: instead of "doing" you get lost in thinking....
...If you cannot understand anything from all these or if you think of it as nonsense, imagine how cruel your behaviour is to us, to memories, but mainly to you, yourself...
...And there is the case that you are already writing something down or you are slowly hiding this note tenderly in your pocket...
Then, be sure, that me and other memories (that you may not even know at all that they are or can become yours), are already smiling at you, happy and grateful for the life that you are giving to us, and ready to enrich your heart...
(If you do not believe me, just take a quick glance all over the space around you
and try to find other people smiling like you...
you may even seize in your eyes me or others like me fully involved in our task to survive...).
Dear friend
I am sure that you are already wandering who am I and why did I just handed in this note to you.
Since I have already disappeared, probably you cannot recall my face and my physical presence.
And in case that I reminded you someone somewhat familiar, you cannot be sure if you just met that old friend or just a shadow looking like your old friend.
Isn' it so?
Yet, you may better understand what is this all about,
if I tell you that actually I am human only in a very special sense,
at least not in terms of body - «material» or your usual sense of "existing".
Then, what am I?
I am just a memory.
You know, these precious, delicate, yet resisting gems of experience....
Yes, I am not a dream, I am not nostalgia, I am in no case a simple thought, I am simply a
me - mo - ry...
Of course, I am not aware of my exact origin and I do not know who had the experience that became me. I do not even know if originally I was «good» or «bad» - if still such polarities make any sense in my special condition of existence.
(You see, if sometimes a memory is torturing you, it is not because of her fault or her will to be "evil".
It is just because YOU, yourself, is keeping her in the wrong place, in a wrong way....).
Anyway, the fact is that I am different from a photo sleeping all the time in an album.
Me, I CAN be perfectly alive.. if you just link me with your present time...
That is, IF you are at all still capable of living your "here and now"....
So, as I am somewhat the essence of your experience, I can be, in my own way, alive in this world.
And I REMAIN alive as far as there are people sensing my presence, like it just happened with you: by noticing me, even for an instant, you gave me some drops of life. (Oh, NO, NO, I am NOT a vampire... the vitalising force I am getting from you, cost nothing at all to you.... like gems of tears: they are precious but you do not feel loosing anything at all when you offer them....).
Sometimes people do not even realise meeting me.
They may just sigh, or smile a little, or get an unfocused gaze for a tiny instant... and, yes, I often have the power to control how noticeable I may become when contacting you, humans.
(For example, this time, I chose to appear only for an instant, just enough to handle to you this note).
And now, I am sure that you are wandering WHY did I give you this note.
The reason is simple.
Nowadays, you, people living in the everyday external reality, get more and more detached from your internal reality.
And if your species does not care to become such an ugly mutation, your transformation is threatening to us, the memories....
As you change into arrogant invalids, foreigners to your own emotions and afraid to sense each other, us, your memories, we must try harder and harder to get in touch with you in order to get a few drops from your energy and to finally remain alive.
So, this note is a matter of survival for me as well a challenge for you.
Its goal?
To make you somewhat more sensible in your internal micro-universe and
more aware of the desert spreading over it as long as you keep on alienating your emotions...
Now please pay attention. You may use this note in many ways.
...For example, you may use it as a remembering exercise. Try to remember how you sensed our brief contact a few minutes ago. What feelings out of it are you capable to recall?
...Then, you could use every empty space of this note to write down a very important recent memory, let's say the month's memory, the day's, the hour's or even the minute's memory, etc.
...If you think that the space is too little to write down any memory at all, imagine how obsessive you have turned out to become: instead of "doing" you get lost in thinking....
...If you cannot understand anything from all these or if you think of it as nonsense, imagine how cruel your behaviour is to us, to memories, but mainly to you, yourself...
...And there is the case that you are already writing something down or you are slowly hiding this note tenderly in your pocket...
Then, be sure, that me and other memories (that you may not even know at all that they are or can become yours), are already smiling at you, happy and grateful for the life that you are giving to us, and ready to enrich your heart...
(If you do not believe me, just take a quick glance all over the space around you
and try to find other people smiling like you...
you may even seize in your eyes me or others like me fully involved in our task to survive...).
