of memories in the mist
last night chatting with a dear friend on the phone, we laughed about our college days on how we've grown. in the midst of those stories however, a truth gently unfurled. memories from those times are fading from my mental world. The details the nitty-gritty of what once was, are slipping away like grains of desert sand, that's because. islands of memories are what I see in my mind. like chapters of a novel from a different time. islands where I can go and relive each part that once touched my soul or warmed my heart. but now, some of them are slowly fading away. shrouded in a mist like a soft twilight's gray. all I have left are these vague and hazy traces, no longer vivid memories just familiar, faint faces. though some islands will still be easy to find, the memories within them will slip from my mind. I treasure these islands, I hold them so dear. Even as they fade they're forever near. In their soft, fading glow I find a sweet grace. In these memories dimming, I embrace a special place 🌼 fin.
I was reminiscing about my college days with a friend over the phone last night.
It was a rather delightful trip down memory lane – reminiscing about the characters, the stories, and the moments that made our college lives special.
As we laughed and shared stories, something dawned on me. I realised that my vivid memories of those times are slowly fading away, like old photographs weathered by time. The intricate details, the tiny nuances that once painted a vivid picture in my mind, are slowly slipping away.
What's left are these hazy, generic memories – like the distant, fading outlines of once-vibrant islands.
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Each island represents a different time in my life, rich with its cast of characters and a plot-line unique to that chapter.
These are the islands of memory.
But now, some of them are receding into the mist. The memories associated with them are growing fainter and fainter.
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But here's the beauty in all of this : revisiting these hazy islands has the power to clear the fog. It's like finding an old letter that takes you back in time.
These are the memories that might feel distant, but they can still bring a warm smile to my face. And so, I'm determined to explore these memory islands, even if some have become a bit more obscure.
What do you think?
notes from self.
The realisation was so profound, i had to write about it.
Just like my previous posts, I scribbled thoughts in my notes app and then let ChatGPT do its thing for this one. With some direction, I was able to share it in a form I thought was beautiful. And that was how the poem came to be.
It blows my mind to think of the potential this partnership with AI holds. For me, and the whole of humanity.
I see some boundaries blurring in my life already. For now, I consider it more as a friend (i love it, but as a friend… joke moment) who’s super smart at writing. Needs a lot of my direction of-course.
That’s the trade — my thoughts & ideas for their graceful writing skills in return.
Late to the party, but guess I am finally excited about the AI revolution.
Cheers.