what is about memories that make them so much better in reflection?

so much of the happy times were really pretty shitty at the time that they happened, and yet those minor discrepancies are easily forgotten.

it's not the past that i crave and it is not the future that i fear.
i thought if things could go back to the way they were, i would find solace in friends again...then i realized that none of us are the same. it comes with time, it comes with experience, it comes with dealing with death and disease and worst of all, it comes with just living.

that was the missing the link i knew but didn't realize. to live is not just one grand adventure, it is but a series of misadventures and it's not the amount of money or the number of miles traveled that makes life meaningful.

sometimes happiness is just a matter of dancing in the department store to the music in your head. wiggle your butt and twirl with your lover, you friend, your confidant...or just yourself

i was once waiting for that epitomal moment where my life would take a drastic turn...i've been waiting for it since i was 7, the moment where my life would be meaningful, like slaying a dragon or saving a buss full of penguins. i think i had a hero complex, always on the lookout for the abandoned box of kittens, dreaming about saving the planet...i blame captain planet.
then one day i realized that even if some major event happened, it wouldn't change who i really was. and i started to write again. not the cheap imitation crap from the matt era, but real words of meaning.

regret, sorrow, loss, i have them, love, friendship, and happiness, i have those too.