The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was wild and wonderful, and the skies belied a larger purpose. There was fire in the air and excitement across the horizon. I could do nothing but stand in awe at another perfect sunset.
The mind is a fun thing. Often it represents itself correctly. Sometimes though, it is a little more devious and plays tricks on us just for the fun of it. I find myself wondering about how people perceive the world and how they translate all of the things that are before them. There are some people that see the world with clear eyes, there are some that see the world through translated eyes and in those eyes sometimes get lost in their own perceptions.
As I look through my memories that are fairly clear all the way back to the age of about a year and a half or less I find myself wondering and thinking about what really matters. I wrote a story years ago about picking up my little sister for the first time. We had gone to the doctor’s home. And picked up a beautiful little baby girl I remember clear details about the Christmas tree and the large staircase in the house. I remember the smell of the room. I remember seeing my little sister and being excited and wondering about the journey before us. At that time I did not know it would be tumultuous.
Into this story I put all the details I could remember nearly 50 years after it happened, and one day I showed it to my mother. She was gleeful with the memory details and many of the she was add how I remembered them amazed. She wanted to make one correction. She said the baby blanket that we brought my sister home in was white, while I remember it vividly as light pink. When she told me this trying to understand I thought about it for days and replayed the memory over and over in my mind how I could have messed that up. After all, most of my memories we’re spectacularly vivid. I finally set that aside as another rabbit hole that my mind had gone down and considered it an unimportant detail and accepted that I could easily be wrong.
It is there that I have to point out that often I have to accept that my memory could be wrong, but other times the interpretations that I remember are from my point of view and I am certain of them. But in the end do any of them matter? In the end it is those memories that defined me for that day but today I define myself by new experiences and new excitements.
What’s my point?
My point is that we need to walk into every day and as we do so with a clear mind we need to determine our path for being the best person we can be. There will be details that we don’t necessarily remember, but we have to determine the positives that helped us define ourselves as who we are each day. We get to choose, and we define our lives always. Define your life with positivity and hold on tight as each day has its own challenges that I know you will overcome.
So as the sun sets on another day, I hope you can define your day with a clear mind. I hope you find to remember the power the details that make that day special. Mostly I hope that each day is an adventure in your life and you find happiness always, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and be alive…