Reading majic's journal

While thinking of this single thought posted in my last journal, I have elaborated just a bit:

"This day is like no other, I can't take it back or change a subtle thing, this is what I have to offer, a tear just the same!"

Each day a mystery,
I slueth the minutes by,
as if the fleeting moments,
could tempt a butterfly,

We have but just our memory --
travelling in our wake,
the part we left before us,
in that raw visceral scape...

I am not sure what to say except that I wish I could say more than I love it.

"This day is like no other, I can't take it back or change a subtle thing, this is what I have to offer, a tear just the same!"

Ahh, but I see it so differently. I think that this day, as it exists in the past, is now continually changing, being shaped and re-shaped by the very thinking of it.

Your mood now is happy, let's say, and as such, the day in the past, while still wanting to bring a tear, is somehow not so bad. Tomorrow, your heart is aching and that day suddenly seems to be part of the black cloud that is lingering above you.

The past is as mutable as the future in that respect. Think of the old saying: Someday, we'll look back on this and laugh. How true that is even now. I remember a day years past when I was riding my bike down a mountain with friends and missed a log which sent me flying off a small cliff (about 10 ft or so). Many broken things later, I was very unhappy and the day was over for us. Yet here I am, looking back and laughing about the expression I saw on a friends face as I was drifting outward. It was priceless. Yes, there was pain, but there was more than that and so, what was awful the day after has become awful but funny.

I know I'm dead on the surface But I'm screaming underneath

WOW, you brought up a very valid point and you are spot on.

But the premise of this poem wasn't really about changing ones perception of what happened in the past but more so about the impossibility to go back and change something physically.

That is true. I guess what I was getting at in a rather verbose way is that since it is not possible, then how you chose to view it is the most important thing you can do. Perhaps I am trying to go beyond what you wrote to include the natural conclusion as I would see it. Or perhaps I was dropped on my head one too many times as a child. Again, perception is the key. ROFL

I know I'm dead on the surface But I'm screaming underneath