Pumpkin Pie

Pumpkin pie. Some say delicious, some say it's mediocre, some say its okay at best.... but either way, delicious or not, while it spends time in the fridge, over time, it becomes bad. Bad. What causes things to degrade over time? Why does milk churn? Why does mold grow? What is the difference between milk and sour milk? The answer, simply put, is time. Time changes things. It changes everything.  Nothing is safe. Many think that what they used to know is still as it was, but without constant contact, one can not simply know what is current and what is simply an image of the past. What can cause this change can be anything. A simple message can cause a series of events that sets in motion changes unforeseen by any making the choice. Be cautious of your decisions, for they may change even the most solid of your friends. What monsters have you created, knowledgeably?

Reminiscent Memories

That cute kid in the back of your English class. That set of china that you don't let your kids use. That one stuffed animal that brings you mixed feelings of hatred and betrayal, whilst also providing you with an overwhelming sense of love and admiration. A sight. A thought. A phrase. The smell of soft pretzels in the mall. The feeling of sunshine burning your skin as you walk alone across the sandy beach. Memories.

Nearly every single thing in this life either is the formation of a new memory, or has already been the formation of a memory. Look around you, chances are every single thing you see will have some sort of memory associated with it. It might be memories of places, people, objects, but the memories are there. Some memories are dull and boring. Looking at my printer, as it sits atop the shelf by my TV, I recall my first printer, that was purchased at the request of a pretty girl, and never worked a day in its life for me. It is a passive memory, to be sure. Slightly to its right, I have my prized Nerf Battle Axe, and my heart has no choice but to smile, as I think of the many battles I've had with that Axe by my side.

Why are memories so important? Maybe they aren't. Memories are tied closely to emotions. Emotions make and break the strongest of people. Good memories bring joy and tears, bad memories can bring pain and tears. Memories, memories, memories. Memories have the power to alter your perspectives! One day, you may treasure an object because of the memories you have, and then the next day, that same item may become a thorn in your side, a symbol of pure hatred to your eyes. Memories can be grand things, especially when they bring you emotions that are joyous... however, bad memories are enough to raise vomit in your mouth. The pain, the suffering... bad memories cause us 10 times as many tears of pain as a good memory can ever cause tears of joy. Remembering the past is hard. Far better for me, to look to the future.
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I feel like I have a myriad of thoughts here, but haven't been able to gather them into a pattern I like... so I'm just submitting this as is. It's choppy and fragmenty. *shrugs*