The Times We Remember

We talk.

She says, "no one seems to remember what tomorrow is."

"Perhaps it is a day that shouldn't be remembered", I counter.

We debate reasons, twist words and invent labels to no avail. There would be no influencing the other. We end, agreeing to disagree.

The conversation moves onto silent packs from the past and futures unseen. She talks about a time when she looked fifteen years into her future and decided what should be. I say that is fifteen years in my past. Later I think about it.

A time before I created my youngest child.
Before I proved that I could do what was thought impossible.
Before I had the tattoos I look upon with pride.
It was before I journeyed to China.
Before I'd seen the lights of Las Vegas.
I had yet to learn the importance of lifelong friendships.
I had yet to see that somethings cannot be explained.
I had not seen Linkin Park in concert.
It was before the weekend when everything was almost right.
It was before this blog was started.
It was before I could meet you.

Those fifteen years she marked are coming to a close. I've decided the next will prove to be remarkable. And my answer to her would be-- no it isn't enough.