Sentimental

Hello everyone,

This poem happens to be from the very first post I made on this site Sentimental Value. The reason I put the poem in the description of my first piece was just that I truly couldn’t decide which to post first, a piece of art or a piece of writing. So I thought it was a good idea to put them together. But now looking back, I feel this deserves it’s own spot to be featured.

Furthermore, I’m also going to update the writing of some of my older poetry because as I read them, I can easily tell that certain parts are not as strong as I want them to be. I don’t plan to post them again or anything but just if anyone has the interest to read them again they’ll be elevated to the level I want them to be.

Things are shaping up for the future, and this kind of expresses that. It sort of is a bit of a reminder for me as I am just months away from being out on my own myself. I’m doing better with all things considered with my mindset, my focus, and my preparation for the future. Lately I’m in a constant effort to organize, sort out, and prepare things nowadays. This, however, often gets me caught in a perpetual loop of creating more and more lists and schedules that I get stuck in a bureaucratic web of my own making. It’s something I’m working to streamline but beyond that I’m keeping myself on a steady course towards my future; looking towards the potential of life and motivated to accomplish something significant. But still, there remains those days or moments throughout. Sometimes... *cough* most of the time *cough*... I tend to linger in such things for far longer than I should and it puts me in a standstill as the day wanes away. I’ve been trying to let go of things and loosening my grip more and more on events in my past that I’m realizing are doing more harm than good. For some, letting go might be the best way for one to move on; and I am wondering if that may be true for me. Ironically, that would kind of end up countering this poem in a way. But I’m recognizing that one can often get caught in the memories of the past or moments we hold to; then the actual individual and their virtues that made the imparting gift so significant in the first place. Whether a friendship, relationship, or a loss; to grieve is human, and to mourn a blessing, But life is to be made of these moments coming and going; always providing new things to cherish and discover. Yet some days one can’t help but look back and reminisce (As I often still do), but one mustn’t chain themselves to it. That which you hold with sentimental value is not to bind us to what is missing but to comfort us to move on. That’s what I came to understand at least looking back at this old poem, but I'm always curious what others may find in it. 

Thank you for your time as always and in all sincerity,
Have a wonderful day.