Dying on the road, long distance memories

I remember travelling at a young age, it seemed magnificent to move at such a great speed to take us to wherever we were going. When we would be in the car for eight hours it never seemed bland, the thought of where’d i’d later be, and the thought of where I was right now was always a great passage of time. One fond memory was the car sickness. I grew up to be a fairly tall person, not huge, but tall enough, one of the many things that would come from this was my appetite, I remember just as I began growing properly I ate more than I had ever before. As I mentioned earlier car sickness would come with these travels, one particular moment was when just as I had finished eight banana’s, two oranges, and a tuna sandwich picked up at a gas station. I felt the urge to see my past meal, and in opening the car window, the side of my car would see it too. Our car looked good in that shade of orange-yellow. Car journeys weren’t forgettable.

In every car journey the sleeping aspect was always something worth mentioning before me and my family would leave the house with pillows, blankets, and whatever looked soft enough to shut me up for the next few hours. Although the soft yet firm feeling of the pillow would tempt my slumber, it seemed to be my own shoulder that would act as my guide into dreaming. It was a rare moment that I wouldn’t fall asleep in the car when I was young, after all, is there anything more entertaining than ones own dreams? Dreaming doesn’t come naturally to everybody, but when one does dream and remembers it, you must talk about it, unless it’s one that you detest for the sake of your own self-respect. But as I would fall asleep in the car I would always wonder how my parents would stay awake for as long as they did,

Looking out of the window was a forgettable experience that will always be remembered. As the car races past fields and rivers, I rarely would want to stop by and see them properly, yet I would always watch whatever we pass. Maybe it was the sheer boredom, maybe it was the fact that seeing a cow was interesting (growing up in a town after all).  But when the windows would come open I remember putting my head out the window and feeling the hard brisk air bounce itself off of my head, I could be anything I wanted to when my head was out of that window, although I wouldn’t be whoever I was for long due to the protest of my parents to put my head back in. When I said earlier that I often fell asleep often; one memory from my teens is that I was wearing sunglass and fell asleep, just as my mother and I pulled up next to a group of girls, I remember one putting her hand on my cheek in an attempt to take my sunglasses, it made my mother laugh watching her take them, she failed in taking them and I woke screaming then laughing at the look of the girl as she quickly retreated her hand.  Car journeys are an adventure in themselves, the memories couldn’t be forgotten even if we wanted to forget them.

 

Yours sincerely,

D.J Caller

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Regretful days, straight moments

Breaking off into your own chain of mistakes is a dread that comes at its own cost, when the night strikes after you’ve done everything, sometimes all you can do is wait it out. We make mistakes for the reason of trying, whatever it is that you were trying to do, you tried. If the event went sour and the clean mistake that happened broke everything, then the only thing left to do is go to the next day, we don’t know what the next day will be, but you know it’s there, and you can repeat yourself but this time succeed. I’m not writing this as a motivational speech, i’m writing this because mistakes get made, and to treat them as if they didn’t happen would be a shame.

If I were to ask you how many regrets you have, maybe you’d say you have none; that’s never true. The passion of repetition takes you for a reason, you can look it however you want, but if it’s not right the first time, you’d probably hope that it wasn’t like that. But many regrets are coincidental, when you can’t control what happens it sometimes makes things better. After all, if you have an understanding boss, that file you were supposed to mail last week, the one that got lost, can just make you more time. You might regret that you hadn’t sent it earlier, but all you can say to yourself is ‘Phew, it’s not my fault this time’.

Childhood is full of regrets, it’s the point of your life in which you can look back and laugh at the mistakes and errors of your first few chapters. The first few regrets that you create are the most simplistic and innocent ones, remember wearing that t shirt that says ‘Frankie says relax’? So do I, with childhood comes the moments that everything seems in line. And to make a mistake feels as if the entire world has broken over your shoulders. As we all get older we all realise what’s important and what’s not, the clock gave us the best perspective, it also some the worst judgement. When it comes to making regrets throughout adolescence, many will think of how they were rejected by that person that made them see everything else without them,others will think of how they weren’t nice enough to the kids that liked something else. But with every regret that is made, so is a new outlook, good or bad, it’s still another way to think.

 

Yours sincerely

D.J Caller

Memories

Every day we remember things, good or bad, we remember them in a way that only you will see.Remembering something differently has always been a struggle, I remember meeting my friends and looking back at past moments, the only issue is we all saw them from a different view, although certain that I was correct, I could never bet my life on it, given that everyone else who remembers it was there.

Bad memories that involve you being the bad guy give the type of pain that you would feel only when your mother is disappointed, the sensation of the mistake that hurt either yourself and others is something we can all recollect to. Although you could say that with these memories comes to blessing of not making the same mistake twice, i’ve always found myself too invested in my own issue not to think about this, selfish as that may be. Bad memories will always be around in life, some make peoples relationships stronger, some cause a day wasted, some result in an everlasting life decision that you will never regret (still on waiting for that one to come around).

Every day a memory is made, one recent memory I  hope to never recall (after this at least) is how I managed to simultaneously walk into a vacuum cleaner, whilst holding coffee, shirtless. Although I would love to talk about my mistake, I say this because it shows just how everything you do is recorded, wether you like it or not, I particularly would like to forget my previous mentions, although the red mark reaching across my back seems to say otherwise.Although in mentioning this it does make me think, what stops a person from doing something in order to not create a  bad memory? One example that springs to mind is my everlasting fear of asking a girl out. This has always been a fear because the sheer memory of her rejecting me would be enough to send my ambitions through the earth, and to the fiery pit that is my love life.

But to continue complaining about my own issues would be a tragedy, throughout time memories will continue to be created. Recorded by some and forgotten by others. History will always tell us the past as if the person telling you it was there. Reading a book can tell you more from somebodies past, as each page you turn gives you a further insight on to their style and if they wrote about it, their own life. Looking into someone else’s memories I always found was more interesting, i’m sure many will agree, after all if you are reading this then you are essentially playing to what I said. This is possibly because of the human interest in learning, something we all have, but something not everyone uses.

Memories will always have a role in time, as without them nothing can ever be gained. To some they’re the reason to continue working, to others they’re the reason to stop in motion.

 

Yours sincerely

D.J Caller.