Memories Looking Back

Sometimes when we look to the future
It is only memories that we can see.
We bask in the warmth of good memories
Whilst trying to filter out all of the bad stuff.
If we manage to filter out all of the bad stuff
That in itself becomes bad in that we want to
Remain in the cocoon of the warm memories
Because outside of that is cold and very scary.
In that scenario we either stay and rot or try
To move forward despite all our worries and fears.
Meeting fear head on is a job for the brave,
A job for those who have very few warm memories
To fall back on and fear of becoming your past is greater
Than the fear of facing the future.

Facing impending fears gives us three choices:
We can run away, disappear, worse case scenario
We are missed a little by those close, then they
Get on with their life and we become just a memory,
Or we end up and become a memory of anger and rage
In the mind of others who would much rather forget,
Or thirdly we make or hands into fists, puff our chests out
And fight like our life depended on it (usually it does),
We still become a memory, but it could be an inspiring memory.
In the final analysis we become memories despite our choices,
There is no right or wrong, there only is what there is and
There is no god to judge whether or not we did the right thing
The judgement comes from those around us after we are gone,
Good and bad and then we will not care because we won’t be there
Life and living is a conundrum, a puzzle, just a riddle
Thousands of question; many starting with ‘why?’
Very few honest answers available to you or me
I refuse to become the very thing that I fear
And rest assured I will not fear what I may become
I am what I am I am not you; you are you