memories of the unknown
Deja Vu (sorry for the lack of correct characters over the letters) can be described as a sensation of realizing a remembrance of a certain event or place, whether you've actually experienced it or not. We see things, and we remember. We hear things, we remember. Our entire lives are based upon memories, and how they stitch us up shapes who we are. We are formed like clay from the sights and sounds that were with us longer than we can remember.
I spent a bit of time this summer at my childhood hometown, and seeing so many familiar things brought back floods of intense feelings. But for the life of me, I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Everything was very much a part of my life, but at the same time very distant from me. I tried to recapture and revive the initial moments of certain landmarks that had meant so much to me many years ago. But in the end, I gave in, retiring the fuzzy thoughts to my gray matter as balloons that I had let go so many years ago. Like most, I could spend all of my time and energy seeking the puzzle pieces that have long turned into a wind-torn memory.
But to keep life moving in a forward motion, one must seek to have meaningful moments in life that trump those which created a purpose that allowed us to become stagnant. Onward and upward. Trying to recreate and relive moments that we cherish weaken the initial moment. This self-manufactured regret will have us searching for answers that lack questions.
This mix is for the thinkers that believe they've lost the path and are trying to step backwards into the same footprints. For those that need a light to see the path in front of them. And for the ones that need a soundtrack to their lives which allows them to breathe deep, keeping forward momentum onto the illuminated walkway that guides their souls. Peace.
turn on, tune in, sleep...