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Well, here goes.
Life is, but not limited to, the smallest moments in our memories, that make the largest impact. This is what I've come to think of it as anyway. There have been times in my life where I could smile at every little thing, whether it was directed at me or in a completely different universe, because I was happy. And it's things like these you remember. Memories like these that define our lives, our purpose, our passions, our morals, our fiber, our being. Memories like these are long sought for, but seek us in our surprise. We are completely unaware and live an eternity (in one moment) in bliss.
Some of my best memories have been in one place, Sopron, Hungary. The first time I was in this country, I was a young person who (in my belief) hadn't truly lived, or experience enough moments to define my life. That summer, I danced and I sang, I met many Hungarians and Americans, and smiled. I was a very happy boy. I made friends with a boy (now a very tall man) named Zsolt, who still is a friend of mine. I met a girl, named Anna. She was beautiful, but also three years older than me. I had many conversations with Anna and her sister Adel, that are worth mentioning, and I have many memories with these two. I remember feeling ecstasy when I saw them again two years later, I was completely unaware that I'd see them in the Sopron Liceum. I had a very fond memory of that auditorium, because of one single memory. If I only knew that I would return...
I didn't know Sopron very well, until I came back, four years later. By this time, I was more than a little boy with a life to live, but a young man or old boy (depending how you look at it) with many memories to share, happy and not, and I also carried along with me baggage (of the metaphorical sort). I wasn't expecting much, I had forgotten the magic of Aszod, Gyor and Sopron. The splendor of meeting new, beautiful, exciting, lovely, godly people had worn away. Quite honestly, I was a very selfish person. I was nice and had a smile for everyone, trying to be polite. But my faith was towards myself, not my God, my love for others was how much I could love, not who I was loving, and still, I had baggage to carry.
I have always had a passion for theatre and English. Anyone will testify to that. Quite recently I have started writing poetry, and I'm not half bad. But much (if not all) of my inspiration comes from this English Camp, in Sopron, Hungary. You see, I was a young adult, Surfer Dave, an opinionated teenager, and a free spirit. My relationship with Ken, Michael and Sara grew, and I got to know Elizabeth and Daniel extremely well. My brothers and sisters... I became very good friends with James, a boy who had always been kind-hearted and friendly, but one that I had never connected with on deeper levels. Also, my friendship with Kirsten grew, so much that I trust her with everything, she is a very important confidante in my life. I would feel very bad if I left out Monika, who admittedly, had the energy of a kid on a sugar high, but she was still Moni, a great kind girl. And there was one other that struck my heart... Réka.
Now Réka was, if anything, one of the main memories that I have of this paradise on earth, my own little Eden. And if she left, I know that I would be devastated. I had a strange attraction or connection to Réka before I got to know her. Something was just drawing me to her, I did not know what it was. We started talking, and I learned that I had met her four years prior at another English camp. She remembered me, and I (I am ashamed) did not. But now, I doubt that I will ever forget her. For you see, I loved Réka. I loved her with everything I had. My poetry, and all my memories, all the things in my life that were worth something, I would have thrown up in the air for one kiss. Réka made me happy, she made me smile and laugh. We would have deep conversations, and also tease each other. We had inside jokes that only we understood, and she was the constant inspiration for my poetry. I don't think she knows how much she means to me, to this day. And that saddens me...
This saddens me, because, she gave me something I cannot repay. Memories. Moments in time forever encaptured by my heart and soul for their beauty and sentimental value. And as I have prior stated, life is made of these moments in time. I will always remember waltzing in the collegium, or standing in the rain and thunder, speaking of a beauty completely angelic, she did not know I was speaking of her. This saddens me because I have found someone that makes me happy, that makes me smile and laugh in the rain or in the drought, that makes me forget my baggage at the foot of the cross. Where it is supposed to be. And I hope, that one day someone can give her what she gave me. I hope that you can understand the amazing power that Sopron, Hungary has for me. And I pray that maybe, there was meaning in meeting someone from my past, making her every part of my present, and I hope my future. I love her, I don't know if she knows this, but I love her. And that is why I must return to Sopron, Hungary, I want to give her a moment in time, a memory and a smile and my heart to remember forever. Life is a memory, a moment in time, forever frozen, but love is sharing your memories and opening your heart. Because that's all that matters.
Words by Zachary P. B.
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Although Prose, a Poem of the Heart
July 19, 2006Well, here goes.
Life is, but not limited to, the smallest moments in our memories, that make the largest impact. This is what I've come to think of it as anyway. There have been times in my life where I could smile at every little thing, whether it was directed at me or in a completely different universe, because I was happy. And it's things like these you remember. Memories like these that define our lives, our purpose, our passions, our morals, our fiber, our being. Memories like these are long sought for, but seek us in our surprise. We are completely unaware and live an eternity (in one moment) in bliss.
Some of my best memories have been in one place, Sopron, Hungary. The first time I was in this country, I was a young person who (in my belief) hadn't truly lived, or experience enough moments to define my life. That summer, I danced and I sang, I met many Hungarians and Americans, and smiled. I was a very happy boy. I made friends with a boy (now a very tall man) named Zsolt, who still is a friend of mine. I met a girl, named Anna. She was beautiful, but also three years older than me. I had many conversations with Anna and her sister Adel, that are worth mentioning, and I have many memories with these two. I remember feeling ecstasy when I saw them again two years later, I was completely unaware that I'd see them in the Sopron Liceum. I had a very fond memory of that auditorium, because of one single memory. If I only knew that I would return...
I didn't know Sopron very well, until I came back, four years later. By this time, I was more than a little boy with a life to live, but a young man or old boy (depending how you look at it) with many memories to share, happy and not, and I also carried along with me baggage (of the metaphorical sort). I wasn't expecting much, I had forgotten the magic of Aszod, Gyor and Sopron. The splendor of meeting new, beautiful, exciting, lovely, godly people had worn away. Quite honestly, I was a very selfish person. I was nice and had a smile for everyone, trying to be polite. But my faith was towards myself, not my God, my love for others was how much I could love, not who I was loving, and still, I had baggage to carry.
I have always had a passion for theatre and English. Anyone will testify to that. Quite recently I have started writing poetry, and I'm not half bad. But much (if not all) of my inspiration comes from this English Camp, in Sopron, Hungary. You see, I was a young adult, Surfer Dave, an opinionated teenager, and a free spirit. My relationship with Ken, Michael and Sara grew, and I got to know Elizabeth and Daniel extremely well. My brothers and sisters... I became very good friends with James, a boy who had always been kind-hearted and friendly, but one that I had never connected with on deeper levels. Also, my friendship with Kirsten grew, so much that I trust her with everything, she is a very important confidante in my life. I would feel very bad if I left out Monika, who admittedly, had the energy of a kid on a sugar high, but she was still Moni, a great kind girl. And there was one other that struck my heart... Réka.
Now Réka was, if anything, one of the main memories that I have of this paradise on earth, my own little Eden. And if she left, I know that I would be devastated. I had a strange attraction or connection to Réka before I got to know her. Something was just drawing me to her, I did not know what it was. We started talking, and I learned that I had met her four years prior at another English camp. She remembered me, and I (I am ashamed) did not. But now, I doubt that I will ever forget her. For you see, I loved Réka. I loved her with everything I had. My poetry, and all my memories, all the things in my life that were worth something, I would have thrown up in the air for one kiss. Réka made me happy, she made me smile and laugh. We would have deep conversations, and also tease each other. We had inside jokes that only we understood, and she was the constant inspiration for my poetry. I don't think she knows how much she means to me, to this day. And that saddens me...
This saddens me, because, she gave me something I cannot repay. Memories. Moments in time forever encaptured by my heart and soul for their beauty and sentimental value. And as I have prior stated, life is made of these moments in time. I will always remember waltzing in the collegium, or standing in the rain and thunder, speaking of a beauty completely angelic, she did not know I was speaking of her. This saddens me because I have found someone that makes me happy, that makes me smile and laugh in the rain or in the drought, that makes me forget my baggage at the foot of the cross. Where it is supposed to be. And I hope, that one day someone can give her what she gave me. I hope that you can understand the amazing power that Sopron, Hungary has for me. And I pray that maybe, there was meaning in meeting someone from my past, making her every part of my present, and I hope my future. I love her, I don't know if she knows this, but I love her. And that is why I must return to Sopron, Hungary, I want to give her a moment in time, a memory and a smile and my heart to remember forever. Life is a memory, a moment in time, forever frozen, but love is sharing your memories and opening your heart. Because that's all that matters.
Words by Zachary P. B.
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