The Monkey Says: Let Me Remember

I just got off the couch from watching Because of Winn-Dixie. Despite it being a pretty simple story, it moved me in a way. Something I've not felt since Forrest Gump. Maybe it's the small town set effect, I don't know but it made me have one of those indescribable feelings. My mind is clogged with thoughts revolving the plot of the movie, and I have this sense of content. This form which only pays a visit once in a blue moon.

Throughout the movie, I wished I was Opal. I wished I had the curiousity which seems to disappear as I age, the bravery which comes along with the curiousity, I just miss it all. Not that I remember experiencing suchs. I miss how it'd feel like to ask questions, to be answered, to be happy to have known 10 new things I can remember. 10 things, that you recite in your mind till you write it down, so that you never forget.

I wrote myself a letter last week, and addressed it to myself in 2008, on the same date. I don't remember where I placed that letter but if I ever do stumble upon it in 2008, I'd know how I felt one year ago. They say it's great for growing when you write letters to yourself, and I believe it will, I really hope it will. I've lost 16 years that I can never relive but not anymore. I'll start again, and this time, I'll keep them in a box so that when 2008 comes, I'd open them up and feel what I felt, read what I wrote, move on and grow. 28th of September, I'm ready for you. Please, just, let me remember.