Move On 。。。

  I've seen a short video about how a relationship would begin and end, quite impressing, in the means of plotting. It was basically everything from getting to know each other to breaking up and moving on. What's really impressing was that moving on actually too is a part of "a" relationship. Normally, many people will think that moving on after an already broken relationship is an empty gap between two relationship but in that particular video, it was not.

  From the past experience, moving on, is not to forget, but to remember. Remember everything that might upset you, store them up somewhere in the universe. Well, it's a method I discovered but not my way of dealing with it. It might just work for the others.

  A little more explanation, if you are trying to forget something, the answer is don't, for you can't, ever.

  To forget something, practically, you must have peace.

  Peace, as the aspect of acceptance. You must truly believe that even if it does exist, it doesn't matter.

  There was a movie namely... whatsoever, a mathematician from Harvard has the decease called... whatsoever, psychologically he's been having delusion of one of his best friend since university and a Nazi German that got him involved in a big plan. As he began his treatment after discovered by his wife that his friends and a big plan does not exist, he can't take it, he can't accept the fact that so much of his life wasn't even real. And so the treatment failed. Jumped through all the troubles in between, in the end he found that he just have to know that they are just not real, even if they seemed to exist, they didn't. The delusions some times still helped him to solve difficult problems. It turns out that some times what we saw and what we felt were just a mirror of what's inside of us. The delusions were just part of his way of thinking.

  A little summary, not learn to forget, but to accept, and move on.

  Well, all these yes and no, skies and mud, not my way.

  Move on is never my problem, so do memories, I always enjoyed flipping through old memories from the past and try to recall every bit of them that were beautiful. It is very interesting to notice something new every time I did that, something I never had time to peel off from skin to skin and look through everything carefully. Well, not every time, just sometimes. Besides intentionally projecting them in the brain, I prefer memories that would bump up in the middle of nowhere, for example when I was cooking corn bread and that thing bumped up, when the LRT went passed some particular station, something bumped up and etc. And that's another reason why I like to collect small things or books or papers, for they store memories, and they are always the key to those long gone history and way passed corners.