Grey’s Anatomy Part II

Nobody’s memory is perfect or complete.  We jumble things up.  We lose track of time.  We are in one place, then another and it all feels like one long inescapable moment.  It’s like my mother used to say: ‘The carousel never stops turning.’ …

They say we can repress our memories.  I wonder if we’re just keeping them safe somewhere because no matter how painful they are, they are our most powerful possessions.  They made us who we are.

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Grey’s Anatomy Philosophy

I always said I’d be happier alone.  I’d have my work, my friends… But someone in your life all the time?  More trouble than it’s worth.  Apparently, I got over it.  There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone.  It wasn’t cause I thought because I’d be happy alone.  It was because I thought if I loved someone, and then it fell apart, I might not make it.  It’s easier to be alone.  Because what if you learn that you need love.  And then you don’t have it.  What if you like it?  And lean on it?  What if you shape your life around it?  And then… it falls apart.  Can you even survive that kind of pain?  Losing love is like organ damage.  It’s like dying.  The only difference is – death ends.  This?  It could go on forever.