Memories

by John Testore

I just celebrated my birthday and wish I could sink.
I see no purpose in Celebrating birthdays by stereotypes: cake, blowing candles as reminders of age, clinging glasses, and countless dreaded pictures.

The bad news is that birthdays are normally social events organized by friends and family in a surprising, unexpected fashion to which we have no control over.
It’s more likely your peers remember your birthday, since for them it’s a selfish occasion to party.
There is no escape, you have to conform, unless cutting all ties permanently, especially if you have a Latino background…The Family

Every morning is a new birthday with Jesus which I celebrate in silent prayer. I know He’s not done with me yet. He has given me clear directions for my foreseeable future, that’s what Personal Prayer is, Conversation with God.
Yesterday is no more, imagine forty years…it’s only Today.
We all have stored Memories and Upbringing which define who we are, not yearly pictures. Next year I’ll look different, not necessarily age-wise, a new person as a whole.

I am yet to hear from anyone who delights in watching pictures.
It is a compulsion that tricks the viewer into fake happiness, what it is melancholia in reality. Melancholia is to any benefit, it is an addiction.
I myself am tempted to look at pictures. For this reason, I discard them as soon as I find some hidden in the most unthinkable places.
The Internet is another lurking space in this era.

There is only the Present Day to me.
I am sure we’ll all be happier should we photograph a sunset with the camera God donated us, our Eyes.

John Testore
My name is John Testore and I m a British-Italian man married to a Japanese lady in Japan. I m a former Medical student. I was diagnosed with Autism and ADHD in Med-school causing me to drop after my third year and join the Ambulance Service as paramedic.

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