Making a memory

Memories are peculiar on so many levels. No one understands why some memories last a few seconds while others last a lifetime. Why is it that I forgot most people I met this year while I remember childhood friends that I haven't seen in over 15 years?

For so many years, I have strove to meet new people. Usually I drift into their lives, affect them in several ways, and then drift out again - forgotten. I don't mind it. I'm used to it and I do believe that in part, this is my role in life. I just hope that the effects I leave on their lives are mostly positive. Thus, even when I'm forgotten, a part of me lives on.

But sometimes I don't want to be forgotten. I want to create a memory with someone. I want to live in their minds for a lifetime - even after I'm long gone. Memories are still peculiar, but I have realized that they mostly live in first times. The first times of everything are always the time when memories are created. The first time you ran away from school - you'll remember who jumped the fence with you. The first time you have a crash on someone - you'll always remember who they were for the rest of your life.

I have tried to make memories with every meaningful person who has entered my life. This could be the smallest thing to the biggest thing. It doesn't matter how serious or ridiculous it is, memories of first-times are always the strongest.

This way I'm sure that even when I disappear from their lives, there will always be things that will remind them of me. This has been so important to me because these people are so important to me.

Do you share any first-time memories with me? :)

Endings and beginnings

It is funny how things end and others begin. Sometimes endings are really good. When bad things end, good things are usually beginning. That is the way hope survives among humans. And hope is the only reason humans survive on a day-to-day basis.

It is unclear, however, what happens when something good ends. Sometimes things in life don't make sense. How can you make sense of ending something good? Why would you do it? It is usually for the hope of starting something better - but what if you are unsure of what the new thing would be like?

How many times did you leave a job for "something better" only to be faced by bitter disappointment?

And what about the "perfect thing"? Why would you end it if you have the perfect thing? Where do you move on from perfect? You hope for something better, but does that even make sense?

Endings are such a special time for everything. It is at the ending that things usually make most sense and you finally are able to appreciate that thing - or look at it bitterly if it was bad - and judge it for its true value. Every load and lie is stripped off at the ending and we are only left with the bare truth.

Beginnings are also special because it is there that you are most excited. Every beginning is exciting - even beginnings of bad things. It is the time when we, as humans, are re-energized to continue with life. Beginnings are essential for humans to keep moving through life meaningfully. Once something drags on for too long, we lose interest, and that is when we actually start losing that thing. That is the signal for the need for an ending.

This extends to every situation, even life itself. The birth of a child is always so exciting. It is energizing. It is the time of dreams and plans. The world is your oyster now. And then life starts to drag on and eventually, in death, people start to look at how that person lived their lives. They are then either appreciated - or despised.

Everything - no matter how good - must be laid to rest. It is only my dream that it gives birth to something better...and maybe that a little of the perfection drags on into the new thing.

The perfect dream

I have said many times before that I am a dreamer. I dream of things that make me happy. But today I chose to dream up a world.

Bear with me as I take you into the world I created. The world as it was always meant to be. The perfect world.

In my world, humans are beautiful creatures. They are creatures made of love. Love for nature, love for life, love for each other. In my dreams humans do not form clans and groups. Humans don't go to extremes to try to find things to differentiate between each other.

My dream, after all, is made of complete love. Love is blind, and that is practically the beauty of my dream world.

In m dream, your color doesn't make a difference. It really doesn't make a difference, not the crappy lie that the real world is living right now. Black, white, brown, yellow, there is beauty in all. And inside the skin, there really is no difference at all. The souls all look the same. The souls don't recognize the skin color, only we do.

In the world I created, there are no boundaries between countries. We are all one. We are all of Earth. We don't need to differentiate by calling someone an American and another a Bangladeshi. Strip everything away and you have two identical people, each struggling to make it through life in their own way and with their own dreams.

In my dream, parents are not instilling racist sentiments into their little kids. White parents are not freaking out when they see their child playing ball with a black kid. Rich people are not screaming at their children because they made friends with the doorman's child.

In my dream, people are not fighting over religion. They are finally able to understand that they have 90% in common. They finally realize they can't stay fixated on the 10% they don't agree on and they are able to endorse the beauty of all religions combined. Muslims, Christians and Jews are able to hang out and talk and laugh. There is no hate amongst them for my world was built on love.

Out of love there is no need to kill and hurt. There is no reason to scare your fellow human. In my world, everyone realizes that each human is so precious. Each human, no matter how 'different' is as important as the whole world. People care for each other. People help each other and take the time to carry their weak through instead of leaving them behind.

We really are not so different. The only problem is we go to extents in order to differentiate between each other. It's funny, of all the species on Earth, this is an exclusive characteristic of humans. Every other species is trying to find ways to band together in order to be stronger. But with humans, they are always searching for ways to differentiate. Think about everything that is happening and you'll realize that everyday we come up with new ways of labeling each other, of forming clans, in order to be differentiated further.

Every time we abolish one type of racism, we create two. It is sad.

In my perfect world, there are no differences at all. No blacks, no whites, no territories, no countries, no different beliefs. There is only humanity, love, dignity and respect for each other.

This is my dream world. As fake as can be - as real as can be.

If it's crazy to dream, then I will adore my lost mentality forever.

Welcome to my type of world.