Letting go

Isn't it interesting how time soften memories (good and bad)? Tropical storm Erin reminded me of Katrina two years ago. There was such devistation and Hurricane Rita was right after Katrina. I remember scrambling around looking for supplies at the last minute and giving up. It was like the world was ending and everyone was scrambling around trying to gather whatever they could. It feels as though that was several years ago.

Why is it that some memories are easily pushed back into the dark recesses of our mind, but other memories are hard as hell to let go of? At times like this, I can't help but think of Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind. To have the ability to wipe away certain memories sounds appealing.

Of course, these very same memories make me the person I am today. Without those memories, would I still be the same person? Doubtful. The pain helped me learn who I was as a person. I grew from those memories. Like them or not, they are a part of me.