The most bountiful riches live in
our brain, memories.
Memories
compose our being, every day we follow what we discover. I suppose memory is
one of the safest aspects of our life. It goes with us when we die, we take
nothing with us that we have now. Happy moments are like re-living them and
feeling the delight we felt at the moment. Sad ones pain, us but we try to
remain positive even if it brings negative feelings. The past is best left
alone because it no longer exists. Yet, it is good that we own our memories.
Things I want to engrave, or the things I want to forget, will leave traces in
my mind. Recollection can ache or bring joy. Memory is like putting together
the puzzle pieces of previous experiences. It is the core of the soul — like
the wick in a candle without which it cannot give light.
Can you imagine the splendour of memories? Nothing can touch the past except for memories. Painful recollections make us grow, happy memories help us bloom. When memories are gone, we become a newborn baby. Memories bring us every expression that humans have. I am, happy, to have my memories - the good, the bad and the ugly.