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there are lots of ways to view life and memories in the eyes of a beach or a desert or sand. The one i usually use is the idea of your history and life experiences being the equivalent of the path you walk in the sand. The path creates footprints which are your memories, and as time goes by, maybe a strong gust of wind comes through, or the tide comes in, and those memories start to distort, wash away, become forgotten.

Right now, i'm thinking of it in a related but different way. I'm seeing myself standing still in the middle of sand already trodden on by footprints of other people's lives. If i take a step in any direction, i change other people's imprints - i affect their lives, their perceptions, their interpretations of their own past and my relation to them. Sometimes, that's okay - the new composite isn't always unwelcome. But other times, it just seems like my own print destroys other prints, distorts them in ways they shouldn't distort. And sometimes it's hard to tell which is which. A combined print i may find beautiful may seem broken to someone else, and vice versa.

The easiest thing would be for a strong gust of wind to come along and just wipe all of the prints clean so i and those around me can start fresh paths. But that's not really up to me.


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Feb. 11th, 2003 01:27 am (UTC)
ms. a on footprints
you are not guam. as you are usually the one to say this to me, it's my great pleasure to turn it back on you. more to the point, your footsteps are welcomed in my life at any time, and i'm sure there are many people who would say the same. you have to make footprints--otherwise, you are simply standing still.
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