It amazes me, the things I forget. Things I shouldn't be able to forget.
How beautiful, surreally beautiful the world is.
How peaceful it is to be surrounded by the people you love.
How amazing it is to have a pet that adores you.
How relaxed I become when I am doing something I love (even if the something is not an inherently relaxing thing to do).
How familiar the faces are of the people I cherish.
How much the world can hurt, and how easily that pain yields with time.
How a broken heart always seems like the most painful experience ever... until someone you love passes away, and you find a wound that never fully heals, over time it becomes a dull ache that you learn not to touch or dwell on. And you learn that you can forget the curves of your lovers back and the feel of their skin, but the laugh lines around your grandmothers eyes and her joyous laugh stay with you forever.
How much I miss music, how the words of the song always come back to me when the music starts.
How easy it is really, to forget.
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
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