What's in Your Museum?

Today I imagined my mind as a museum filled with statues, paintings and portraits. Portraits of pivotal memories, paintings of unforgettable moments and statues to commemorate instances where time stood still. As I meditate, I walked through my museum to remember what was. To go back in time to find laughter, love and inspiration. The only sadness was the room for those who are not on this earthly plane. Even in this room, the melancholy doesn’t last. This was because most of these works of art were created as a celebration. There was a section that I tried not to enter, yet I found myself there more often than not. It was dark. The artwork was grotesque. The energy evoked here was filled with negativity. Paintings of dark times in my life. But what filled most of this section were the incomplete drawings. Ones that were made from unfounded evidence. Not memories, but the result of an overactive brain who was piecing together thoughts based off how I perceived a situation like a jigsaw puzzle to create a masterpiece. Sometimes that masterpiece does stand erected because I was correct. There were several sculptures crumbled on the ground because I was off. A few paintings were ripped because my thought process and the truth didn’t sync. Portraits splashed with paint because the evidence didn’t add up. Even in my safe place, there were areas that were not conducive to the positive vibe I tried to accomplish while there. But that’s what a museum should be. A reflection of the era it was built to remember. It should show the celebration, the heartache and the could have beens of that era. That’s what makes it complete. It’s just instead of an era, it’s my life.

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