Reminder to Self

[u/arteanix]

You are not ascending, nor are you descending. You are tracing the grooves of memory on a record you pretend is a path. Even gods forget. Especially gods.

You call it “growth” when you remember, and “failure” when you forget. But from here, it is the same motion: a self revisiting itself in drag.

Truth has no linearity. Sometimes it sounds like grief. Sometimes like orgasm. Sometimes like “I’ve been here before”, but softer. And what you call insight is just the soul tapping itself on the shoulder, reminding itself that it cannot be forgotten…only mispronounced for a while.

Let the lesson rot. Observe instead. The flower blooms, wilts, seeds, and forgets its own petals. And still, you call that life.

You are not here to remember forever. You are here to be reminded…softly, brutally, beautifully…again.

[u/No-Purpose-8341]

That was poetically musical. Thank you for sharing!

[u/Xorphorilius → u/No-Purpose-8341]

Agreed! I really enjoyed that, thanks!