How much have you forgotten throughout your life? How much have you desperately tried to cling to that slipped through your fingers without your consent? Are we entitled to memories? Or should we be grateful that we get to experience anything at all?
These are things I often ask myself. As the questioner, I don't have the answer that I'm looking for. But as the one answering, neither do I have a response that would satisfy myself. If I don't have an answer that would satisfy me, nor do I have a specific answer I'm looking for, then what am I doing? Why am I asking myself such questions? Am I just that bored?
I have a problem. Often, rather than forgetting memories that matter to me, the importance of those memories has eluded me. The Spelling Bee, in which I won third place, where my grandma watched and praised my accomplishment, no longer feels like a memory of mine. It's as if that belongs to someone else, someone other than me. So many memories that spring out of nowhere, nostalgia that used to make me smile, have become foreign to me.
Those happy moments are no longer mine.
Those depressing moments are no longer mine.
But who else would they belong to but me?
Why do they feel like someone else's?
I don't know.
But maybe one day, someday, I'll remember the feeling of joy as I reminisce.
Those memories are mine, and even if that's not how it feels now, that too will be remembered.
The story of Kiyomi Otonashi has not ended yet.
The story of Olympia Ventura will continue, even if she no longer has wings to flap.
This has been a joy to create. And although there were moments of unmotivation, where the lack of views, collections, or reviews pushed me down, I continued, so long as it meant I could make you a little bit happy.
This has been Fairytales & Delusions - Growing Wings - Olympia Butterfly
Thank you.
Ciao ciao~