the learning squirrel

I want everyone to read this, it took me a while to understand it, but it hit me hard. it made me look at life differently, this was originally posted by pilisophyman, cred to him. and as he always has said:
what do you think?

In this moment, if I cry, nostalgia is where I may lie, for one might ask ‘do you remember then?’ and again and again I will remember in pain the joy of then, no one can truly understand what one feels of nostalgia, that is their own story, a story one tells one’s self when lonely, when sad, when feelings hurt, connections are made of memories, memories the mind hides from itself, to protect it from one’s self, we look at nostalgia in all her glory fondly, for we miss the days, and miss them, and miss them with torment, the minds feeble attempt to forget past suffering, to allow itself to look back without feeling the pain of then, connections made of rarity, rarity of happiness, happiness not in this moment, or the next, but of then, then when joy was common, when no hardship can be recalled, or much hardship, or both, hardship and joy that got one from where they were, to where they are now, the only thing that may stop them is the very thing that can be their greatest advantage, memory and remembrance of the day recalled to be filled with the joy that is absent now, in childhood, in brotherhood, in remembrance, nostalgia, whose taste is so sweet, one might forget that it is only a treat for those who need to remember how they define themselves in the moment for memory of you has been made, is being made, and will not cease to be made until you die your second death, the death of memory, the first death is but an earthly death, a death of alleged peace and bliss for weary travelers of life who lay to rest their heads, their journey at an end, not the earthly death, the second death, the death of dreams, memories, and the very existence of yourself, will lie in the memory of others one day, the death of memory of you, it has happened to everyone, including the ancestors whose name we know, do we know? Did we know? No? You know the name but not the person? Ahh, a famous man whose name has evaded me once said “you die twice, once when you really die, and another when one says your name for the last time.” That speaks volumes of truth, but…what about the death of the memories of those who really remembered you, for you, your personality, and your attitude? If you die and make it into history, sustainable history that is stored and remembered in the books they may write of you, then there is a third death, a death beyond both, and truly emotional death that should be cause for more grief than the original death, but no one is there to recognize the true sadness, the death of the memories people had, of simply meeting you, saying Hi for the first time, the time you almost set fire to the neighborhood, the joy you had, the hate you had, the impressions people had of you In THEIR minds and THEIR memories of you, when people knew you and SAW you, when you were in life, or the very actions causing your death if you were a martyr, the lives you had effected due to your actions. The third death is a death of nostalgia, when someone fondly remembers you for the last time, whenever, wherever it may be, in that moment is when you truly die, history books or not that is ones true death, nostalgia is the most powerful feeling one can feel, just remember when…? There are times in my life where I may cry in passion and sorrow for the memories had and the times remembered by only a few, it is those very things that may drag one to death of pain, pain of memories, memories of joy, loss, sadness and happiness. No matter whom you are, no matter what you believe, no matter what you do, if you are mortal you will die three deaths, one of earth, one of nostalgia, and one of history/recorded existence, all will die these deaths, but you only have to worry about the first. As a man once said “death is going to be a greater adventure than life.” That is true, death could be anything, a door to judgment by a higher power, another life, eternal damnation or simply nothing…. Or simply everything, that is the journey not the destination, as for life, life ties with reality, reality leaves a lot to the imagination, the meaning of life Is directly connected to you own individual perception of reality. Have you ever looked into the reflection of yourself in a puddle and thought, “what if I am the reflection?” I have had many moments such as these, many that the human mind cannot conceive how to communicate the feelings of, and may they be fond, curious, saddening, happiness, dread, or terror. These are only vague words to describe infinite feelings and possibilities of the joy of life, the sadness of life, or fear in life felt when considering that question.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

Amazing! Certainly an individual with a keen insight into the human psych with ability to articulate his/her understanding of fear.

the learning squirrel

I don't even know how to describe it, there is so much truth in what he wrote.

PhilosophyMan Loc: Washington state.

there is a story behind what I say, a story that has defined me. A story that is sad, but I look back at my defining moments with joy and happiness, not sorrow or anger, these moments, I will never be able to describe. only dream. emotions tell stories that the mind cannot detect or understand without tearing itself apart. Have you ever had an emotion that you cant put your finger on? it might have been nostalgia. nostalgia triggers emotions within the essence of memory that the human mind itself cannot describe, thus we cannot understand what we feel. we hinder ourselves, our minds have fail safes, if you will, that do not allow it to understand itself fully, because in order to do that, it must tear through itself. As for trying to fully understand the human brain, that is impossible because we are humans, all individuals looking for purpose. one cannot even try to understand someone else's mind because everyone perceives reality differently. we are all inside our own heads, we cannot look into one another's.

Boo_Boo Loc: Jellystone

Much of my life is much too painful to remember let alone feel nostalgia. I neither regret or look in fondness on my past, I look to now and have hopes that I touch lives with kindness and love. But, I can appreciate a your writing style and the poetry that is built in with your ability to paint pictures with words. You are gifted and I thank you for sharing.

Marg2013

Yes I believe so.

rhomin57 Loc: Far Northern CA.

I believe that the sub-conscious mind holds the acts and memories of our whole life, of which the conscience mind cannot remember it all. I believe that the sub-conscious mind is the avenue of each persons Judgment, when death occurs. This is also where dreams stem from, acting out our own past that is not consciously remembered, issues not fully at rest. The act of baptism, to a believer, covers our subconscious past with an overwhelming feeling of pardon, rest and relief, knowing that much of our unrecalled past bares many sins. The very conscious awareness of this is called salvation where our life is actually salvaged out of ignorant sin, and realizing that you can consciously do better in a new conscious awareness within yourself of right and wrong, good and bad to yourself and others. To the human essence within us, this feels better. This is spoken of many times thru NT, and was written there first.
1Pe:3:21: The like figure whereunto even baptism doth also now save us (not the putting away of the filth of the flesh, but the answer of a 'good conscience toward God',) by the resurrection of Jesus Christ:


I cannot believe that the essence of life in every human being does not seek a further existence beyond their physical death, unless somehow that essence was killed somewhere in life along the way, by some overwhelming bad force- still dwelling at unrest, and unresolved, some where in the subconscious mind - our soul.

the learning squirrel

you can use the quote reply button to reply to posts, we dont know who you are talking to.

rhomin57 Loc: Far Northern CA.

I wrote two proems for my book that was published, and sense you would like them.

A Journey thru Testaments. (not full title)

"I searched for acceptance amongst those who knew your not, who feasted off my needs to fill their empty lot.
Famine spread wide within my mind as this search bled my life from my soul.
Unrewarded love is like the wind, like tears that fall upon dust.
When my heart cried out with desperation to survive, you watered me with the river of life, filled me with your bread, and renewed my soul by your blood.
"I Love You" you promise, your set apart for me. Cast not your Pearls into the darkness which devours; for you were consumed.
Accept your life in me, sufficient for all your needs. Set this promise within your mind, and your soul shall never die, your heart shall never thirst, your life shall never lack, and your spirit shall obtain it's inheritance in my Everlasting Reward."

(copyright 2008, Power, Love, & Sound Mind. Authorhouse.com, by R. Pardeux- me)

It is not right for a soul to dwell on death. Love desires to exist, and live.

rhomin57 Loc: Far Northern CA.

Second poem, and last page of my book. It is fashioned, or structured, in the shape of a Lamp in the book.

Lamp Light

High mountains I've climbed, not many could see, Green Valleys I strolled, lustrous as can be.
Pressing onward, ever forward ~ seeking a goal, little water I found to refresh my soul.
Through Forest so thick, I couldn't see the trees, and Sands so deep, it stifled my knees.
What was it I needed, wanted so bad, struggling within, feeling so sad.
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Now in my home, as years have gone by, I ponder my journey, no more questions "Why."
I've learned every step, each stride I've took, every mountain and valley, forest and sand, I've lived and walked in his Grand Holy Plan.
Not a thought nor word, heard or said, isn't already written down waiting to be read.
Now with graying hairs, yet, under new light, does my goal become ever so right.
and So:
His song is "Oh Beautiful," his name "True, and One." I've learned in my heart ~ this journeys only begun.
Today is the day the Lord makes for me.
I thank him most tenderly on humbled knee.
To Praise his name, I bow my head low, to give Honor, All Glory, in humilities glow.
Today is the Day the Lord makes for me, I'll walk in the light of his Majesty. Isaiah 52:7

Psalm 119:105, to better read his spiritual light~

(copyright 2008, Power, Love, and Sound Mind, Authorhouse.com, by R. Pardeux - me)

Do remember, the Lord comes into a sick man's house, not into the "Well Man's House." In this we are cleansed, and changed within- to be separate from the mindset of the world.

PhilosophyMan Loc: Washington state.

I love how no one has realized my reference to Calvin and Hobbes in my original post about my philosophy.
tell me if you find it.