Sunset

It is necessary to remember.... to remember the sorrows, to remember the victories, to remember the deceased... In our short walk through this world, every single memory confirms our existence. They say that knowledge is the only thing that can’t be taken away from us: rubbish. I don’t know who they are, but they are all unimportant: the bankers, the judges, the royals, hiding behind walls, ears pressed against exquisite wallpapers pretending desperately not to hear the footsteps approaching, full of fears, full of despair forged into majestic cufflinks. She will come for you, she will come for me, and this knowledge we ought not to remember. Our memories will only be preserved by our imagination in the buildings we leave behind; the necessary windmills, the parks, the bike paths, a simple pencil..... and let’s not forget to plant a tree. Our legacy is all the tangible and material; not the love we once had, not even the love in our hearts. Love is the blessing, a gift we must possess to allow us to hold hands, to walk on the beach, to watch sunsets, and not see ourselves witnessing darkness come, rehearsing the inevitable, full of contentment, full of joy, full of life.