Memories blow through my mind like a piece of paper in the wind.
Each one has a feeling, a beginning; they can weigh you down or lift you up.
It is a never-ending process of feeling and learning
So why do you hold onto these memories?
Why do we care when they inflict pain?
Why do these memories show me how to live and why are they there?
The answer is not written in a book, it is written in your heart, your soul because these memories are who we are, they have shaped us, made us who we are today.
Do you remember the first time you felt fear, the first time you tasted success, and the first time you kissed?
Each memory has a feeling attached, a feeling of pleasure, happiness or pain.
Each memory can make you cry, or make you laugh, or run in fear.
Each memory can speak a thousand words.
They wonder through our minds with no order, no reason, no purpose but they can stir our emotions.
Why do we bring them back when they can hurt us, why are they so important to us, why are they so random, and why can a smell, a song or a noise spark them.
People are remembered not by words or actions but they are remembered by our memories.
Pick those memories that make you laugh, bring a warm feeling of hope to your heart, a sense of joy, a sense of what that person is or was to you.
Memories…. Memories …memories….