"So long, Astoria, I've found a map to buried treasure
and even if we come home empty-handed
we will have our stories of battle-scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones and all the best of friendships
and when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand
I raise my glass to the memories we had
this is my wish"
Happy 21st to Mike, Nick and Danielle--and Happy 227th to the USA which has granted many of us great opportunities and the right to tell it how much we hate it.
Particularly a propos, I feel. Last night was a high school reunion. Who would have thunk that I would have been the biggest drinker out there? It definitely didn't make the MLTB part of my high school profile.
Funny thing, memories are. You can move past them. You can recreate them in your mind to be what you want them to be. You can forget them. You can remember them. Somehow they're always a part of you.
I think what separates a happy person from an unhappy person is that the happy person is content with the memories he/she has made. It means that person also is happy with the company he kept and has moved past any hurt. It means being able to remember the good times and forget the bad ones--or spin the bad ones to remind you of other good times. I think it also has to do with a little bit of luck.
Unfortunately, I find too many of my absolutely amazing memories tied to bitter twists or endings. But just the other day, I found a string that's remained unbroken and WILL remain thus. I realized that a good memory had just started. It's been a rough couple of years for me and the barometer has been steadied for me by a few people who I trust with my life. We've already had our ups and downs and found that the ups are better than the downs and that we appreciate what we each have. People say too much SHIT about friendship because they feel like they should be saying it, because someone said it first and it sounded like a good thing to write in a yearbook, or in a chorus, or in a letter. Friendship in this society is a cliche. Your friends aren't people you drink with. They aren't people in your classes. They aren't people that tolerate you. They aren't people that hang out with you because YOU are a good friend.
You love your friends. You die for your friends. You sacrifice for your friends. You call them from 4,000 miles away just to say hi. You remember their birthdays. You help them when they can't help themselves. You surprise them. You make them laugh. You cover their drinks for no reason. You NEVER betray their trust. You pick them up. Always pick them up. You make only good memories. You're there for their wedding, first child, housewarming, promotion, divorce, pink slip, bankruptcy. And you pick them up. You let your friends do the same for you. You love them BECAUSE OF their shortcomings. You make fun of each other for things no one else knows about. You remember the times that. You speak in inside jokes. You laugh at the same stupid things. YOU PICK EACH OTHER UP. You defend them when no one else does. You smile when everyone sings their praise. You fight their fights with them. You're a parent, a lover, a sibling, a classmate, a roommate, a teacher, a student, a fellow traveller on the road of life, a crutch, a handicap. You're a peer. You're an ideal. And you're there to pick each other up.
"Life is only as good as the memories we make."
Make your life, and the lives of those around you, smiles--give someone a good memory and DON'T ruin it.
and even if we come home empty-handed
we will have our stories of battle-scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,
broken bones and all the best of friendships
and when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand
I raise my glass to the memories we had
this is my wish"
Happy 21st to Mike, Nick and Danielle--and Happy 227th to the USA which has granted many of us great opportunities and the right to tell it how much we hate it.
Particularly a propos, I feel. Last night was a high school reunion. Who would have thunk that I would have been the biggest drinker out there? It definitely didn't make the MLTB part of my high school profile.
Funny thing, memories are. You can move past them. You can recreate them in your mind to be what you want them to be. You can forget them. You can remember them. Somehow they're always a part of you.
I think what separates a happy person from an unhappy person is that the happy person is content with the memories he/she has made. It means that person also is happy with the company he kept and has moved past any hurt. It means being able to remember the good times and forget the bad ones--or spin the bad ones to remind you of other good times. I think it also has to do with a little bit of luck.
Unfortunately, I find too many of my absolutely amazing memories tied to bitter twists or endings. But just the other day, I found a string that's remained unbroken and WILL remain thus. I realized that a good memory had just started. It's been a rough couple of years for me and the barometer has been steadied for me by a few people who I trust with my life. We've already had our ups and downs and found that the ups are better than the downs and that we appreciate what we each have. People say too much SHIT about friendship because they feel like they should be saying it, because someone said it first and it sounded like a good thing to write in a yearbook, or in a chorus, or in a letter. Friendship in this society is a cliche. Your friends aren't people you drink with. They aren't people in your classes. They aren't people that tolerate you. They aren't people that hang out with you because YOU are a good friend.
You love your friends. You die for your friends. You sacrifice for your friends. You call them from 4,000 miles away just to say hi. You remember their birthdays. You help them when they can't help themselves. You surprise them. You make them laugh. You cover their drinks for no reason. You NEVER betray their trust. You pick them up. Always pick them up. You make only good memories. You're there for their wedding, first child, housewarming, promotion, divorce, pink slip, bankruptcy. And you pick them up. You let your friends do the same for you. You love them BECAUSE OF their shortcomings. You make fun of each other for things no one else knows about. You remember the times that. You speak in inside jokes. You laugh at the same stupid things. YOU PICK EACH OTHER UP. You defend them when no one else does. You smile when everyone sings their praise. You fight their fights with them. You're a parent, a lover, a sibling, a classmate, a roommate, a teacher, a student, a fellow traveller on the road of life, a crutch, a handicap. You're a peer. You're an ideal. And you're there to pick each other up.
"Life is only as good as the memories we make."
Make your life, and the lives of those around you, smiles--give someone a good memory and DON'T ruin it.
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