Our mind is like an encyclopedia, it has all the knowledge like memories stored in it. Memories encapsulate all of life’s experiences and moments. While we may wish to edit or erase few memories, we can’t change the past,and these memories will always be proof of the happenings. They are the only paradise from which we can’t be expelled.
Stored in the subconscious, they are contrary things;if you quit chasing them,they return on their own. We all are like werewolves, they have an inner wolf to control,and we have our own inner demons to control. We all need these memories,to keep the wolf of insignificance from the door. These memories are what keeps our racing mind at bay, what overcomes our hate,fear,and anger. Memories are the good in bad. In one way they can heal you, warm your insides with love, in another they can tear you apart,create anger,and hatred with thoughts of betrayal.
They are a constant reminder of what you once had,what you were,and because of what or whom you were that person. Depending on whom you ask ,the memories are a boon or bane. If you ask a person with amnesia, it is a boon;They long for those memories that make them the person they are supposed to be, to tell them who to trust,to let them know what all they have done. If you ask a Mother who is grieving for her dead child, the memories are a bane;they are a constant reminder of what she doesn’t have, a constant reminder of the loss of her precious child. To have memories of those you had loved and now lost is more painful and perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.
Memories, even your most precious ones fade away quickly, but in the times of desperate need ,they resurface again. They are like antiques, the older they are the more valuable they become. Moreover, if you have noticed, the worst memories stick with us forever, while the nice ones that make us ecstatic ,quickly slip through our fingers. The worst one just doesn’t threaten to tear you apart over and over but also becomes our Base, to remind us to be strong,and help overcome other horrible experiences. Our memories give us a voice,and bear witness to history,so that other may learn. They are there so that others might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our families. The memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded.
Cherish all the memories you have, because these beautiful things,good or bad,are only yours ,they belong to you no matter what. They are like bullets that whiz by and spook you,maybe tear you apart. However, they are the treasures that we lock deep inside us ,to keep our hearts warm and hopes high when we are lonely. Remember when memories turn into dreams, we have back me old, hence they maybe the last reminders of your life and you as a person.
– Sia Savla.
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