Choices and Bad Memories

The red pill and blue pill signify the choice between blissful ignorance and painful reality.

But what happens after you make that choice and realize its the wrong one for you. Not everyone can accept ignorance or welcome reality.

It’s hard to say if you can put an experience behind and say “what the hell, its ok” even when its not and you realize the wormhole was actually a one way street, and you can’t go back. You soothe yourself convincingly and think it was nice while it lasted, it was all for the best, yea right, of course it was.

When you take on a journey, you know you are going to take back some memories with you in form of memories and photographs to cherish the journey. But what if the train that you take at that particular instance for that particular journey happens to turn into a wreck and you are the lone survivor.

We don’t pick up broken pieces for keeps, do we? Rather forget that it ever happened and thank the heavens that you made it through.

But memories, the very good ones and the very bad ones, haunt us and remind us that life is an ever continuing process built on our past progressing towards the future.

We never choose to keep bad memories.

But emotions of remorse, guilt and pain always follow.

Some embrace it, some ignore it.

The content here on my blog may be heavy for someone who likes a light read.

It takes too much time and pride.

The other story is when someone is filled with grief for what has unknowingly happened but there is no one at the other end willing to accept an apology.

Some push the lines of self-respect without realizing that it’s just their ego acting up.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a train wreck or an accident. Doesn’t matter if the decision you thought was right turned out to be horribly wrong. It doesn’t matter if you repent or not. What matters is your acknowledgement of the fact that after action follows consequence and a new story begins after that full stop.