It seems the more I try to bring stability to my life, the more chaotic it becomes. Not a new development or a shocker, but relevant none the less. It would explain why I’ve been absent for quite some time, and it would explain why I was only 2 days away from having my ozweegoville, my memories and my life’s digital legacy erased.
Spending the past week mulling the decision to let my digital ozweegoville slip into the abyss, it only took an email stating that it would all be erased permanently for me to make up my mind.
It Stays.
My ozweegoville has so many memories for me. Over the years it’s been both a crutch and a curse and yet at the end of the day it still contains the chronicles of my life.
How can one let go such memories you’re probably asking yourself?
It’s easy. Within these digital walls lie many demons of mine. Many secrets and many chapters in my life. However, logic prevailed. I got to thinking if I were to leave this planet, via rapture, death or insanity, how would people remember me? How would anybody remember my legacy? Will I even have a legacy? What if aliens came down from the planet ozweegoville and wanted to see what was posted on the intertubes about their planet?
It’s all doubtful, but I’m optimistic(I know, it’s hard to tell right?)
I am really glad I didn’t let this go though in hindsight. My heart somewhat skipped a beat when I did decide to continue on and came here to post the good news and everything was missing. Everything.
My recollection of how ozweegoville came to be. Gone.
The day before I moved to Denver. Gone.
The day I graduated. Gone.
So what does it matter that I’ve not posted anything worthy in a while? That was rhetorical. I suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ve realized this the more and more I go through earlier posts. My goal from the get go involving my move to Denver was to seize the opportunities and the moments that were given to me. To seize the day.
Carpe Diem.
I don’t feel too horrible for not posting, as that’s what I’ve been doing, carpe diem, and the younger and in a few ways, wiser kc would have wanted it this way.
So know this. My ozweegoville isn’t going anywhere, and although I’m not writing, I’m enjoying(or at least trying) to live life to the fullest before the day I turn into daffodil fertilizer.
Until next time, Carpe Diem.
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