writers block

The writer’s block comes at me again. Here my mind goes, thinking about random things. Just thinking about life in general 24/7. I feel the flow of the music that helps me write it helps me center my thoughts into an arena, waiting to battle each other for attention.
Here goes another year, a year of new experiences yet days that remind you of the past years. Days that have left a mark in your mind for years to come. Anniversaries of good things and bad things. Some you would so love to forget, some you would love to leave behind you, and some you’ll always want to keep with you. Memories are special though, they remind of you of your life before, they remind you of the stupid things you did in the past, or the great things that happened. Memories fill your soul with emotion, they remind of you of what you did and whether to not do it again. I can’t imagine what our minds would be like if we remembered every single thing we encountered in life. How would we manage such an overflow?
So here I am, thinking of the past again, thinking of the things I’ve experienced and never want to experience again. Thinking of how things would have been now if those bad memories never happened. Sometimes I wish for a time machine, a machine that would help me change my past, change the stupid things that I did, or change the things I’ve seen. But my memories are what have made me who I am today, I don’t think I could ever change them, they are stuck in my history, chapters in which I’ve finished and haven’t yet ended. Chapters filled with pain and joy, filled with thoughts and regret. But instead of living in the past, and instead of living for the future, I must focus on the present, who knows what will happen in my future, but I have to be in the present to know it.