- The
Potomac, Washington DC, October 2010
My
dad’s cousin took this and I’m still amazed at the luck of catching that
strange streak in the sky. Seeing as how planes over in the US always appeared
to leave trails miles long, I might assume that it was a plane. Of course, I
don’t know.
Seeing
this picture is strange. Funnily enough, travel, though so amazing and so
intoxicating, so easily fades into the distance just like most other memories.
Standing on the edge of a sunset thousands of kilometres away from home is
something you feel you’ll never forget… the feel of the wind, the reflection of
the fading colours in the water, just the fact that you were there… at the
time, you can’t even imagine forgetting a single detail.
But of
course, that’s what happens. Memory requires practice and unless I decide to
spend every day dreaming of where I was, then maybe it would be easier to at
least let my imagination be there again. However, life and practicality demand
otherwise and so, much like most slowly distancing memories, it is gradually
buried… by time, by new experience, by new memories, until what’s left is a
piece of diminutive cinema which, much like a movie, may or may not tell me the
truth.
I hate
forgetting. It only leads to unhappiness. If you could always keep in mind just
where you’ve been, what you’ve been through, how hard you’ve worked and how
much you’ve learned, how could you feel anything less than accomplished? There
is a whole world of improvement waiting, to be sure, but that doesn’t take away
from where you’ve been and ultimately, it takes nothing at all from the person
you now are.
This
picture is here to help me remember.
Remember
a time when I did something that I never imagined myself ever doing.
Remember
that I did it, in spite of all the pain and suffering of the months prior.
Remember
that the world is nothing if not an endless source of beauty and wonder.
And
most importantly, remember that there is nothing stopping me from going back.