The Whole World and Me

After much consideration, I've decided to migrate my blog to Tumblr.

Here's the new address, hope you keep visiting ;)

http://thewholeworldandme.tumblr.com/

And watch this video.... I can only say this: we should always try to be as kind and as nice as we can to everyone around us...

When you lose someone (please note that for this post "lose" does not include lost per death) you will find yourself, sooner or later, missing that person. It's inevitable. Even the ones who were bad to you... after a while, the distance allows you to miss the good things and, consequently, the person. Or does it? 

Do we really miss the people who are no longer in our lives or do we miss what they made us feel? The other day, a friend introduced me to an interesting concept: the idea of co-memory - memories that are shared with someone and don't seem to exist if you we don't share them with that same person. It is true... I can recall that great summer I spent with my ex-boyfriend, but the memories won't be as vivid, as real, as if we would be talking about that same shared summer together.

Memories are inevitably linked to people, places, smells, tastes, you name it. And so, I wonder if when we miss someone we are really missing that person or just a feeling... because that person is also a link to a certain memory, which, in the end, is what you are really reminiscing about.

So in this game called life, where people are constantly getting in and out of your life, how do we know who/what we really miss? Can we ever know it? Maybe we will always miss the ones who made us happy, even if later on they were also responsible for our unhappiness. But, at that point in time, you shared a happiness together and that's really what you are missing. Furthermore, I think most of the times we also miss ourselves when we miss someone... We miss the person we were at that time, the way we felt, how we saw our lives at that particular moment...

I feel that most of us are constantly missing something or someone. We are perpetually living the past in our heads, thinking about those good old days, when everything was better. But ask yourselves this: Was it really better? Does that person, who you miss, the one responsible for your happy, better and easy days? Or in fact were you the one responsible for it? 

So, which one is true?...

Should we leave it unsaid? Just hanging in the air between us? It is safer, I admit. Talking about it would make it real and force us to really talk about it... I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. I find it cozy here, in this land of the unsaid. It's safe and warm and I can continue on without changing a thing. 

Except... maybe we should talk about it. Is it really better to leave it unsaid? Should we really continue our journey on this road with no name getting closer and closer to the point of no return? Maybe we shouldn't talk about it... If we do, we may lose this, this place we found for ourselves, this cozy, safe place... And yet, aren't we really living in a kind of limbo? Not really moving forward, nor really turning back and somehow not really living the present?

So... what should we do? Should we talk about it or leave it unsaid?..

I wonder...