True or False?

I have this terrible habit of overthinking the past. I take each memory, scrutinize it in my head, turning it over a like a coin between my fingers. I wonder if my memories are as real and just to the truth, as they feel to me. I wonder if there are details that I have chosen to brush over. Or if I have glossed over things that were normally lackluster. I wonder if my mind plays tricks, deludes me into seeing things my way, for better or for worse.  What if there is no 'absolute truth'? What if what we remember becomes our truth, despite being far from reality? What if our memories are nothing but a version of the truth that we choose to believe?

Pain and Things I Can't Explain

I am a curious kind of a person and  I often like to ask questions that have no answers. I know it sounds peculiar, but I'll give you an example. So, can you define time? 

For a second there, you might have felt confident, since time feels like something everyone knows like the back of their hands. Never the less,  you might not have come up with a concrete answer. The entire concept of time is as entangled as anything can get.  Even as you try to unravel it in order to find answers, you only end up with more questions and more knots. The fluidity of a simple word with no meaning, yet with a presence that can impact you in a profound manner, is confusing at its best and frustrating at its worst. 

A similar concept is that of Pain and Loss.

Unwitting Happiness

I am going through a rough patch in life right now. Things don't seem to go my way, a lot has changed, pieces don't fall in to place like they used to and over all I feel as if I'm hanging off a cliff.  So, only recently, I started writing a journal. Partly because I wanted to document my feelings but mostly because I needed an outlet for my growing frustration with everything around me.  

And now a month later, when I sat down to read my initial entries, I have come across a startling realization. 

Fragile Line