Instructions for moving forward
walk alone into the unknown
Instructions for moving forward
To forgive is not to forget.
For it is impossible not to remember
The pain, the pleasure, the mundane
Scars bleed into bones.
We carry them with us wherever we go.
Identity molds to the shape of words
We attach new meanings to the unspoken.
Memories come and go with each breath.
Uncertainty derails every new interaction.
To know is not to see but to believe.
Shuffling in the dark with no light
Echoes of voices wanting to forget
Our life is but a speck of existence.
Fighting for significance in others
To be seen is to be noticed.
Rumination claims its victims blindly.
To release is to be free.
Through pain is the journey.
A traveler's quest for meaning
Only happens when starting.
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Teresa❤️Mrs.Venturini7 days ago in Poets
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