Sunday, November 18, 2007
There are many ways to define our fragile existence; many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images: fears, loves, regrets… for it’s the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil, success with disappointment… this is what separates us, what makes us human. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to.
- Mohinder [Heroes s02ep8]
Memories are like candles.
Burn them.
Melt them.
Slowly it fades away.
Once the fire is out.
whatever is left,
lingers for another day.
[[5 days left and I'll add my new set of candles.]]
Engraved at 00:47, signed off shadie
