Buddha walks up to a hotdog vendor, "Make me one with everything."
The vendor then hands him the hot dog and Buddha pays him with a ten. The vendor puts it in his till and moves on to the next customer. Buddha says, “what about my change?” the vendor replies, “change comes from within.”
Its strange what memories will come bubbling up when you hear a certain song. Books I was reading, friends I still talked to, girls I had massive crushes on. Not a feeling of missing or nostalgia, but the sudden recollection of time past. I’ll be the first to admit I don’t have the best memory, but ask my friends and they’ll confirm that I know all the words to most the songs in my immense music library. Something about lyrics and rhythm allows them to stick in my mind and not fade with the tides of days gone by. It’s like all my memories are tied to songs or albums. Scary really. I’ll have to change the record on occasion because I don’t want to think about a girl or a moment associated. There are songs to this day that I refuse to listen to. Its not because I don’t like the song, it’s because I don’t like the memory it brings.