I was driving today and as so often happens when I drive any decent distance, my mind wandered. It crept past the usual thoughts of “What is up with this road construction? When will it freakin end? and What the hell are they playing on the radio? Who sings this garbage?” Here recently, my mind has avoided or at least it hasn’t ventured anywhere near any creative thoughts. It has continually drawn a blank – which is all fine and good if I were meditating. Unfortunately, when I’m trying to come up with something to write – drawing a blank is not good.
So today, my mind was wandering and it came across a lyric from a Linkin Park song New Divide. The lyrics say, “... nothing in sight but memories left abandoned.” It sounded so profound, or at least it struck a chord and made me think of what exactly might constitute “memories left abandoned.” I couldn’t help but think that abandoned memories weren’t the same as those locked away forever for fear of being remembered. They also weren’t the same as things accidentally forgotten. Miriam-Webster defines abandoning as “to give up with the intent of never again claiming a right or interest in.”
What memories would one abandon? Why would one abandon any memories when it is our experiences that make us who we are, that make us behave the way we do towards others? I think the song is about a relationship gone bad and memories of the relationship/the lies/the hurts being abandoned. I can see that, I can understand abandoning all things associated with a bad relationship. Makes sense. A person might abandon such things in an effort to escape the control or influence of those memories. But that is not what this post is about.
The thought of abandoned memories made me think of the many, too numerous to list, abandoned ideas I had lying around in my head and physically in my clutter filled areas where I toss old stories I never finished. In my haste to think of new characters and new story ideas, I had completely forgotten about the idea of revisiting abandoned ideas. They were decent, some of them, and could lead to something worthwhile.
When I got home, I sorted through some of my past attempts. Abandoned ideas are a common site and can be easily found piled up in a mountain of paper in a corner of my house. Stories are kept together in binders or for smaller versions, stapled together. The revisitation of old ideas did spark some interest and a few new ideas so today – on my day to rant or rave – I’m raving about abandoned ideas. They are not as useless as I had so deemed them to be.