Where do the good times go? Every day is a struggle of channelling positive thoughts, speaking kind words and learning to love yourself again in different circumstances. Yet this feeling is not even enough for a dictionary definition to capture the moment. The light grows dimmer and the world gets harder. Grow a harder thick skin they scream but smile and be kind. Be sad for the right reasons if you can’t find that happy you. But what happens to those good times and the people in them?

Sometimes the little whispers violently flush anxiety to the memories cherished and the promises made. Should one stay awake? Starting to feel pity for the way feelings change people forever. A dangerous thing, of how repetition molds everything into nothing. How cruel of the mind, a sick pleasure to falling apart and even feeling sadder.

If the memories stay then where do we go? The memories still exist, yet the presence is just but last year’s forgotten storm. Sometimes the memories replay at most dejavus and the heartaches in regret of ever knowing you. Because the good times present happiness to the soul and yet sadness to the heart for allowing those memories to stay while they left. We leave because we change, the memories stay because we refuse to change how we feel towards our memories.

So if change matters how do we do it? Change comes like seasons, it is not liable to how we respond and understand its functioning. After all, it’s our fault climate change channels confusion in us.  Slowly with acceptance, healing, responsibility and accountability, we get there. It’s not an overnight procession but a journey to reteach the IQ/ EQ how to comprehend what the heart and soul refuses to let go of. If you cannot embrace the cycle of life of change and people you don’t get it all. That means you are listening halfway and understanding a part to create difficult conversations.

Still trying hard not to explain what is below the level of our perception. Some people are dumb and stubborn. Just because a certain opinion doesn’t make sense to you or you can’t understand it does not make you better. The world does not revolve around you and the world certainly does not need to agree with your opinions and perceptions to make sense of everything. It’s going to hurt having a majority not get you. But dust off the small-minded thinking research, read, listen, understand and prepare for hell to contribute to the conversation. Maybe your thinking is not below our perception we just need the exposure.

Back to the question where do the good times go? In our memories to comfort us on dark days and give hope on another. But it takes change to realize that we can’t be stuck in one place we need to move forward, take the risks, have conversations and learn to let go.  Sometimes growing up is more important than holding to a past we can’t bring into the present or future. Though good is overrated, choose the under-appreciated your happiness.

Did I make sense?