I remember gazing out my bedroom window, watching the rain cascade down the asphalt in a subtle, beautiful way. My window was blurred with raindrops, the clouds were a mellow silver, and car headlights shone through the water. I was mesmerised. For approximately ten minutes (which is possibly the greatest amount of time I’ve spent away from the computer), I just stood and watched the cars skid down. The world was a beautiful place.
I remember every afternoon after modern history where I’d just lie in my bed, trying to recover from the emotions suffocating me. Images of horror on civilian victims of the Vietnam war, all children, fleeing for their life; the unconcealed pain on African Americans as they were thrown aboard in the dark waters as the “ship was getting too heavy”; the dehumanisation and cruelty inflicted upon Jewish people during Nazi Germany, shattering their perception of home (“home” is not where you’re mercilessly slaughtered in concentration camps) –it all inks my mind with various strokes and symbols, as words cannot ever be enough.
I remember my New Years’ Resolution where I promised myself that I’d be more extroverted this year. I could comfortably sit in silence in a whole room of people and be perfectly content with a book; I am an introvert. However, recently I’ve discovered that “being myself” leads to loneliness, isolation and a constant fear of oblivion. I genuinely love people. Socializing tires me out, but I’m the happiest person alive when I’m talking to people –it’s worth the exhaustion.
I remember the first time I’ve visited a counsellor this year where family dilemma and academic stress led to a breakdown. After listening to my feelings and problems, he offered advice I have, admittedly, forgotten. However, two things stuck in my mind. Firstly, he said from a quick psychological evaluation that I don’t want people to think anything’s wrong. Secondly, he said: “Remember, everyone is struggling. Usually when people come to me, they’re under the false impression they’re the only ones, but you are not alone.” I took a lot of things away from that session; I pray that I never have to return.
I remember somebody once told me, “Wow, you’re really close to your mum, aren’t you?” after noting how much I tell her. But here’s the truth: I tell her everything that doesn’t matter, and nothing that does.
I remember when I found a quote on the internet –“Our ability to relax is in direct proportion to our ability to trust.“~ Robert Anthony– and decided that I wanted to trust more. This post is one of the hardest one I’ve ever written and I still deleted half the information in it. But I’d like to think I’m taking a step, regardless of how small, forward to trusting other people.
I remember the falling rain, both literally and metaphorically, but now I only remember the beauty.
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OTHER LOVELY MEMOIRS:
- Catherine Zhang
Cutting Someone Off Feels Like Drowning A Puppy - sherrylcook.com
A Memoir about a Memoir - One Man Versus the World
One Man’s Salvation - Brick Wahl
Spike - davidfetzer6271951
Memoir Madness - Obsessive Compulsive Running…….
Lost for words - Cloud Gatherings
Daily Post – Memoir Madness - Nitin Nair Writes
Journey Comes First, Destination Later! - Epenthesis
Memoirs of a young Sailor Venus - …Of Course, this Could All Go Horribly Awry
Why I’m Not a Concert Pianist (Weekly Writing Challenge) - pesimum
The Daily Post Challenge – Memoir Madness - Sunshine Witch
Memoir Madness – It was the best of times - Bumblepuppies
Forgetfulness Insults My Intelligence - Pippakin Talks Cats, Dogs, Teeth and Claws
Daily Post – Memoir Madness - She’s Rambling
Makin’ Memories - Beyond the Brush
I digress … - Unguarded Moments
That Time Charles Bronson Offered To Rub Suntan Lotion On My Back - Beyond the Brush
I digress, take two - Chapter Thirty Confessions
Weekly Writing Challenge: Memoir Madness - wannabedeenbuddy
i remember …….. - Trisha’s Story’s Blog
Memories can haunt you - Hot White Snow
A Starbucks Comfy Chair View of the World - Mad Meandering Me
Weekly Writing Challenge: Memoir Madness - intrinsickness
The Impermanence of Memory - risingrave28
Fragments of A Snowy Weather - My Journey to Find Me
The Challenge - shadowdreamer
Moments are Memories - Rêveries of an Imagination Junkie
Memoir Madness: A Frugal Farewell - Among the Whispers
Daddy and Me: A Mermoir - Musings of a Random Mind
a rite of passage - A Little Fluff
Memoir Madness – Why I Adored My Father - Aisha’s Oasis
Ep. 16, Joyride To Egypt: Like A Runaway Train - January’s Dream
Her Mother - A New Day: Living Life Almost Gracefully
The Black Book - Tinseltown Times
Spike - The truth was written on my wrist.
Remember who you are - Bipolar For Life
Talking Shop - Mary J Melange
The Differential Memoir - JED’s Playhouse
Memories of love and madness - Red’s Wrap
No Strings Attached - Confessions of A JazzyBelle
An ode to my damn self - Serendipity
THE FIRST DAY - Feasting & Fasting within life
Lights mix ,not Rainbows - Short…but not always so sweet
My School Bully - Mirrorgirl
The sound of these years across my face - A Voluptuous Mind
Memoir Madness - A New Voice, Slowly Recognized
Writing Challenge: Memoir Madness - Living, Breathing, and Surviving, and Coping with Mental Illness
The Worst Day of My Life - Jill’s Scene
How flat can a valley be? - Master of Something I’m Yet To Discover
Just Enough To Wet Your Tongue – An Early Wine Education - Memoir Madness
- Rot & Poetry
It Was The Best Of Times; It Was The Worst Of Times - Memoirs of a husk
Why I spit in the eye of wedding anniversaries. A true story (with the best bit at the end). - Work in Progress
Day Eight - Memoir Madness: My Life Told Job by Job. |
- charlottesville winter
Episodic Memory - Life. In Light Of Eternity.
29 brief memories - Nilesh Prajapati
The memoir of a geek - Of Old Cars and Memory Land – Evelyne Holingue
- Damsel in a Dress
Writing Illness as Humour - intrinsickness
Aloe Vera Love - Takeshi’s Flight
Remembering You - Rachel’s Rambles
What It Means To Lose A Friend - Stuff my dog taught me
Nostalgia is a Siren’s Song - My Own Champion
Summer Beckoned - Eclectic Alli
Finding Feminism: A Personal Reflection - Inside the Mind of Isadora
Egg Cream – Please - Shadows
The Realistic Fiction — A Memoir - Shadows
The Realistic Fiction – A Memoir - A Whirlwind of Thoughts and ETC
Autumn Is - A Hedonistic Wander
C10.H14.N2 - shutter and ink.
Memories - Brick Wahl
Raji’s - A Blog’s Life
The Forgotten - The Daily Blabber
It Was The Worse Day Ever - Guide to Getting Lost
The one where you fall in love. - The Passion Dew
The Muse of Love - The Seeker
The Power of One - being mrscarmichael
Love, Letdown and Toffees - de monte y mar
Presence: A Memoir - Finale to an Entrance
The Six Dollar Men - The Day After
Polka Dotted Friends - Licht Thoughts
The Darkest Brown - Front Porches and Candlelight
Wonder if the Pope takes rain checks - erraticpandemonium
Stillness: Living Around You - Life’s Unfiltered Ramblings
Memories and Imagination - field of thorns
Ephemeris 1841 ♉ - Bookmole’s Blog
Memoir Madness - Memoirs of a Mild Melodramatic
Caught In A Web - asnappshot
Memories - Those Lesser Parts – A Daily Post |
- helen meikle’s scribblefest
Weekly challenge: Discarding the black jellybeans - Thinking Languages!
Memoir Madness! Playing with fire - Suzie81 Speaks
I Remember - In my world
Writing 101:God, the serial killer that never gets caught (part 3) - VernetteOutLoud
#%!& Ice Cream Again! - A Guide to Getting Lost
The one about the roadtrip - Polyprotic Amory
18 First Days - Just A Thought
One Good Memory - Coded Transmissions
Hey, College Roommate, This Is For You - Chiquitita
WWC: MEMOIR MADNESS - My Infernal Imagination
I remember - Following My Joy
My Grandmother, Her Funeral and One Missing Button - An Upturned Soul
The Heart of a Child is a Balloon - Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
Mice and Rats and Rodents, Oh My! - Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
Begrudged - Rideo, Ergo Supero
Total Recall Indy - Morrighan’s Muse
Tiles - Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
MENDOCINO MEMOIR - True Stories
Reflection on the Beatles’ Arrival in 1964 - Wake Up Your Luck
Memoir Madness: Downtime - jen groeber: mama art
Ocean Stones and Memories - Jill’s Scene
True Love in America - Emovere
A Moment of Happiness - I Am Woman
Desert Dreaming - Ramblings of a Madwoman
My Spotty Memory - Memoir Madness-Friendship Day celebration at Jivandhara Old Age Home
My.Vivid.Visions - Victim to Charm
I Remember - Musings From My Id
Memoir Madness - Niki’s Thoughts
Brotherly Love ❤
Love your post! There’s always that dilemma about should we trust people and should we take risks and I sometimes say that we can’t be afraid of life. My advice to you is to be cautious but not too closed up, and try to find balance in everything. Trust is something people should earn:)
Lovely prose! So atmospheric and poetic.
Thank you so much! ❤
Falling rain…it is about perspective. Your post touched me because whatever you experienced, I have as well-to some degree.
Rain, it soothes and nurtures plants. It does for us too, metaphorically speaking of course.
Beautiful reply. I love your own interpretation of the falling rain.
Thank you so much for stopping by! 🙂
Beautiful words! Love the layout of your blog too; totally following you!
Thank you for linking my post. I would love to have you read it and let me know your thoughts! Thanks! 🙂
Thank you so much! I loved your post, too; such a happy memory that made my day. 😀
What an Elegant vocabulary you have. It draws me in from the first line. Thank you for linking me to your site.
Thank you so much for your kind words! And you are welcome; I think your poetry is wonderful. 😀
These are very inspiring memories. Thanks for linking my post about my own memories and yes, never forget everyone is fighting their battles. You are not alone and just taking steps like this one, sharing memories on your blog, will help you realise people out there share similar stories and can relate. Thank you for sharing with us!
Thank you so much, marz. And I think that’s the most wonderful part of blogging; I never realised that I’d connected to people on a personal basis. And indeed, everybody is fighting their own battles; it’s something I should never forget. 🙂
Thanks so much for using my post as an inspiration for yours… Glad you liked it!
You are welcome! I love your blog. 😀 (I’ve been checking out some of your posts, and they are wonderful)
Thank you very much! What a compliment to wake up to!
Love this post – I see so much of me here too. Thanks for visiting and sharing my post too. I will definitely be visiting again 🙂
Thank you for stopping by, Dizzy! Extremely happy that you can relate. 😀
Absolutely wonderful post, Ramisa. I thought you were talking about me- introvert and trusting people, two things I struggled with as a child. But yes, I’ve change a bit on these two qualities about me. I believe life means learning, enjoying and changing and if that change is for our betterment then we should. 🙂
I’m so happy that you can relate to this post! Your viewpoint of life is terrific; learning, enjoying and changing is the best philosophy to have, in my opinion. Thank you so much for stopping by! ❤
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Beautiful post, Ramisa, I love that quote about relaxing being equal to trust, it’s very true in my case, too. I love blogging because I don’t trust the people I know to tell them all that I can put in my posts. I’m super introverted too, so my blogging gives me a great little world where I can be me, and yet be more!
Thanks for the link, and for sharing a wonderful slice from your memory cake, I like it a lot! ♥♥♥ ;^)
That quote really changed my perception of trust and of life. 🙂 And I couldn’t have said it better myself: I love blogging because it gives me a place for myself & my thoughts, and that really helps. Thank you so much for stopping by! 😀 ❤
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I love this! I especially like how you said the clouds were a mellow silver and the paragraphs after it. Keep up the great work! ^.^
Thank you so much, Nirvana! ❤
You’re welcome ♡
Nicely written. Thank you for linking my article 🙂
You’re welcome! And thank you. 🙂
Nice theme. Did you make it? 🙂
Thank you! 😀
I made the header using fonts from Dafont.com and the social media icons I found online. But the theme is called Forever (it’s a WordPress one! :D)
Each of those memories listed could unfold into such gorgeous stories by themselves. Perhaps an inspiration for future posts? The one about your mother was like a song lyric: poetic, poignant and so true.
Thank you so much for stopping by! And for your kind words. 🙂
I never thought about them as inspiration; great idea, I will definitely use it. Thank you! 😀