Tag: Memories

  • Imagine

    An inspiring message from Gurdeep Pandher

    The human mind tends to focus on painful memories while letting positive ones fade. These distressing memories become our heaviest burden, causing ongoing emotional pain.

    How much of our past can we carry with us through life’s journey? This is a profound question that affects everyone in different ways. The past resides within our memories like a vast collection of stories, each one leaving its unique impression upon our consciousness. These memories manifest in various forms — from the radiantly joyful moments that warm our hearts, to the mundane yet comfortable memories of everyday life, to the deeply sorrowful experiences, and finally to those truly tormenting recollections that seem to pierce our very soul.

    When we carry these memories forward naturally, allowing them to exist without judgment, it should theoretically be manageable. However, human nature often leads us down a different path. We tend to automatically focus on the painful memories while letting the positive or neutral ones fade into the background. The heaviest burden we bear comes from those tormenting memories — the ones that inflict suffering, burden our hearts, and generate persistent emotional pain. Even as we experience significant personal growth and positive changes in our present circumstances, these fragments of our past, particularly the painful ones, create a barrier that prevents us from fully embracing and experiencing our current life.

    I’ve witnessed this unfold countless times in matters of the heart. Picture pristine relationships — couples painting their futures with vibrant strokes of hope, individuals discovering new love with fresh canvas in hand — only to watch as the shadows of their past gradually seep through, staining their masterpiece with doubt and fear. But here’s a fascinating thought that changed my perspective: our past is like a phantom theater, existing only in the projection room of our minds. Its power flows solely from the energy we feed it, like a ghostly performance that continues only as long as we keep the projector running. The moment we dim those lights, the show begins to fade, and we rediscover our power to write new stories.

    Like unwanted guests crashing a peaceful evening, memories have a peculiar way of barging into our minds uninvited. They pirouette through our consciousness — a carousel of faces spinning past: the high school friend whose laughter still echoes, the barista who knew our coffee order by heart, the stranger whose kindness touched us on that rainy afternoon. But it’s not just people who make surprise appearances in this impromptu theater of remembrance. The trees from our childhood playground, the cherished dog who died, the cat that once shared our lunch, the creaky garden gate that marked our homecomings — they all take their turn on memory’s stage, tugging at the curtains of our present with persistent hands.

    Imagine your mind as a traveler, carrying a weathered suitcase filled with memories. This faithful companion — your emotional baggage — accompanies you everywhere, from sun-kissed beaches to snow-capped mountains, its familiar weight a constant presence at your side. But what if we could transform this heavy burden into something lighter, something that enriches rather than exhausts? The answer lies not in attempting to abandon our past — for it is as much a part of us as our own shadow — but in learning to dance with it gracefully. Like a skilled alchemist, we must learn to transmute these memories, both golden and leaden, into wisdom. For our past, unchangeable as the stars above, stands as a silent testament to our journey. When we finally embrace this truth, accepting each chapter of our story without resistance, we begin to feel the weight of that old suitcase gradually lifting from our shoulders.

    Click “Our Past” to read the rest of this article posted on The Gurdeep  Magazine on Substack, April 23, 2025.

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    Gurdeep Pandher is a Bhangra dance artist. He creates dance videos in nature/outdoors and performances that bring people together. He is best known for spreading joy, hope and positivity during the pandemic.

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  • Memories

    Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page.

    Memories

    By Frank Hulse

    Confession is good for the soul. So here goes:

    Something I’ve been gnawing on, off and on all day like a dog bone with just a little more flavor.

    I can remember my combination lock from my freshman year in college.

    I can remember what the locker room smelled like. It was directly adjacent to the indoor swimming pool so it was primarily chlorine—but there were more than a few other smells I won’t describe here.

    If I see a post or a picture from a high school classmate, I can immediately hear her/his voice.

    I can remember church camp out at Osage Hills State Park when I was in 8th grade and showing off in the swimming pool, more or less like a peacock when it fans out its train.

    I can remember going on a snipe hunt with all the kids and one of the girls stealing a kiss (given freely).

    I can remember the smell of frying bacon and coffee brewing on our first day of vacation and the new striped t-shirt, freshly laundered, ready to go, and corn on the cob from a street vendor in Estes Park, Colorado.

    I can hear Barbra Streisand singing The Way We Were (Memories).

    I’m happy to have these powerful memories . . . but I wish I could remember where I left my cell phone.

    Yep, a mind like a steel trap, rusted shut and stuck in the 60’s.

    William Frank Hulse III is a native Oklahoman, born and raised in the Indian Cowboy Oilman community of Pawhuska. He began his college career at Central State College in Edmond but enlisted in the U.S. Army in 1968. While serving in the military Frank completed his undergraduate degree with the University of Maryland. Upon his return to civilian life in 1975, Frank was employed by Phillips Petroleum Company for almost 30 years. Since retiring he plays guitar and writes.

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