These old hurts and pleasures too

[jajdude]

We keep the old hurts and pleasures too,
Store them up like autumn leaves;
Now that summer's gone we sigh,
The days grow cold.

Through the old hurts and pleasures too
We view the day, the people too,
The familiar and the strange,
As we grow old.

We call them memories, histories, biographies,
These old hurts and pleasures too;
We store them up as though
We are afraid to let them go.

These old hurts and pleasures too
Through which we view the world.

[deryk]

Oh, all those stressors that form our perception, how I wish I could shake them. Familiarity is a *****.

[jajdude]

yeah, was just thinking when I wrote the little poem how we accumulate psychologically and store things that hurts and also things that give us pleasure. Particularly in regards to people. We don't react to them freshly, but based on prior knowledge. Whether he insulted me once sometime in the past, or whether he made me laugh, that's how I approach him now. So I suppose our perception is never keen but always biased.