Grounded by Memories

I came home feeling rather tired and foggy, like the day had taken every ounce of life that coursed through my veins. The said day was long and tedious. I just wanted to lay down and take a nap. But I had slept for nine hours the night before so I knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to oversleep even more.

I felt disconnected to everything. At that time, the world and my existence and how they all relate made no sense. It was bothering me. I wanted to figure out exactly what was wrong, but I could not.

I did what any normal girl would do… I talked to my mom. I didn’t tell her about my problems, though. I just told her about my day at school. How some of my teachers suck, how some of my teachers rock. My assignments. One of which is my monologue, which I went online to show her.

The monologue I’m interested in reciting for English class is from a TV show I used to watch every night, Adventure Time with Finn and Jake. I went on YouTube to show my mother what speech I would say. Then I ended up staying on YouTube for another hour watching various scenes from Adventure Time.

They were everything I remembered… Funny, stupid, but deep all together. I laughed deeply at each clip I watched and thought to myself, This feels right.  The world and my place in it seemed to be connected again.

After I watched enough Adventure Time scenes, I moved on to music videos. I listened to the songs that reverberated through my room every night in middle school- She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5, Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day, and Simple Man by Lynard Skynard to name a few.

A single tear escaped from my eye as I listened to the music I love. I felt so calm, and so happy. I had a moment where I was myself and solely myself; I had no negative thoughts clouding my mind at all.

This made me realize we are grounded by our memories. Though we grow tall and high, we must never forget about our foundations and the support underneath us. For this reason, I will return to the music, places, movies, shows, feelings, and times of my beginnings.




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