The Mindspace

I've always been tempted to write about it. Many of my friends have been victims of my constant yakking on the topic- to them my apologies. But I cannot resist the temptation. And I have a blog to run. I call a place in each one of our minds, a mindspace. The place that takes care of all your memories. It's that part of your brain that keeps fading as the years pass by.

We've all been dreamers. We never stop. It's that bit of us, that will always be the eternal optimist. And it's strongest when we're growing up. Ask any girl, and she'll give you an exact impression of that person she wants to spend her life with. She'll know how he laughs, will know how he walks and how he smiles. Her description will be so perfect that people believe that he really does exist somewhere. She nutures that image forever and dreams on and on. And then one day, she grows up. That picture begins to fade away, and she starts falling for the pieces of him that come her way. The whole package never really exists, so in some she finds the smile, in some the walk and in others the eyes. In whoever she's with, she's always looking for him. Because somewhere in the mindspace, he's still alive. Still kicking.

As the years pass by, she gives in to fate. She gives up. The picture is almost gone, but it's still there. Through all those years, there's one constant fear that always nags her. The 'what if'. Will in true Mills and Boons style, the earth move and sky conspire to make your feet lose their ground? Will 'he' ever arrive. Ironically, he does. He always does. And that moment is inexplainable. (best experienced, first hand) Your life changes and the mindspace comes back to life. But what next?