Have you ever taken a moment to think about what your feelings? I don't mean what you are feeling, but the feeling itself. It is so strange to think that one feeling or emotion is there for a moment and then is gone. It just deosn't make any sense. Something so strong and so powerful, but yet it only exists in that moment? So I began thinking about this today and I realized, these feelings never really do leave. They are forever stuck in that place, or with a certain thing there at the time. Forever implanted right where the feeling started. It is like through out or life we are leaving this trail. A trail composed of a ribbon. This ribbon can change colors and textures depending on our feelings and once it has found something to stick to, it is forever there. Over time some of the trail becomes sheer, things are forgotten and just left blowing in the wind. But there will always be those feelings you had that stand strong. The ones that when you see a certain item, or you walk down that 1 street, you can feel that sense of great emotion lingering there.
Everyone has those places where they go when they need a mood booster. After a while that spot looses its magic. I believe this is because after so long of going there for comfort, our once ribbon of silk has been covered over with many ribbons or burlap and baft, taking that place we once saw joy and replacing it with the memories of why you went there for comfort and solitude to begin with.
Most of the time these ribons are invisible, and only you know where they lye. But every once in a while you can see it in someones eye, where their ribbons lye.
You could be walking down the street one day and watch as a woman sits on a park bench. She will get this smile on her face, like seeing an old friend. She might slowly run her hand along the bench and breath in a deep breath, remembering days long gone. Right then you can see her ribbon, you don't know what happened there to leave her so attached, but you know that the ribbon that lies there is a soft fine one, one that holds happiness.
Or you could be at a funeral. An older woman clutching a handkerchief to her chest as she rests a gentle shaking hand on a casket. Her eyes well with tears as she looks at her husband of 50 years lying there lifeless. She will place that very handkerchief on his chest after gently pressing it to her lips. In that moment you can see that the small piece of cloth was so much more, it had been wrapped with years of satin and then draped with a shawl of horrible black burlap.
These ribbons go on throughout your whole life and they get tangled with others.
Like that first kiss, that moment 2 ribbons found eachother and twisted together, forever holding true in both of your lives.
It could be an accident and your ribbons get harshly tangled, unable to tear them from each other.
Or it could be a wondrous occasion, a child being born bringing many hearts together, forever weaving beautiful shades and textures of ribbon together in love.
No one realizes it but what we feel every day, it lingers for a lifetime. What we feel everyday, it could leave a huge imprint on our future. All of that ribbon left behind, one day it will catch up to you, the question is, will you be able to weave a beautiful soft enjoyable blanket with it? one that you can cover up with and be happy keeping forever? or will your blanket be horribly scrachy and pokey, making you miserable forever?
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