Hello!
As you may see, this is my first post in a very long time. So much has been happening lately! Before I review the time since I wrote, I would like to speak on what just happened.
I was reading The Fault In Our Stars by John Green and trying to finish it. I'm nearing the end and reached a very sad part. For those of you who have not yet read the book or seen the movie, I won't include any spoilers! Even though it's late and I'm tired, I was determined to finish it tonight. I reached this part, and my plans changed. Such sadness brought forth many painful memories in vivid detail.
It's rather interesting how the detail and depth of memories varies. Sometimes, I remember the general visit with my family. Other times, which tend to be pretty rare, I remember the sound of my great-grandfather's voice, how he acted, specific conversations and happenings, and a variety of other details, such as the type of gum he carried around with him.
In TFIOS, the character of Van Houten wrote the following quote in one of his letters, "Writing does not resurrect. It buries." Remembering that, something that is buried can also be dug up again. In that sense, whenever something is written, it is buried, but it can be "dug up" at any time to be experienced by the reader, hence the bringing up of my memories.
That's one aspect of writing that I love: I can document whatever I like and can return to experience the thoughts, emotions, and memories whenever I please, and others can do so as well. In that sense, anything can become immortal. On that note, and going back to the quote, writing something down won't bring it back into the physical realm, but it may exist infinitely in the realm of thought.
Quick thought: It's interesting how I'm having these thoughts so late at night. (The time is currently 1:35 am.) Yet another example of how I'm a night owl!
Anyways, I wanted to release those thoughts and observations of the present before delving into the happenings of the past, which I shall work on tomorrow(technically speaking, today).
Until next time,
Maude.
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