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Memories

What do you think about when you are all alone? The time when you first kissed someone you loved? The first time when your heart was broken? Or the time when a stranger was kind to you? Well there are so many things that fill our mind on long lonely nights - Memories.

What are these memories? Why do they come? Why do they remind us of all those hurtful times? Our heart may be weak, and the pain could be great. Imagine if you've broken up with someone you love so much and see an Apache bike go past you? A bike they once drove, can drive you crazy cause at that time all the memories of the time you spent together, laughing and having fun, will torture you and make you wonder what went wrong.

Memories are of two types. They either make you feel sad or they make you really happy. These little strands of moments lost in time, have the power to create or destroy you. They are more powerful than a nuclear bomb. Then why do we have these memories? Cant we forget they exist and go about life like yesterday was nothing but a blank screen?

It is difficult to see that no matter how far away we try to run away from them, they run along with us, in our minds, in our hearts, in our souls.

The heart pains when you know that these memories will come back to haunt you when you are all alone, when no one is there beside you to care. We can be this alone even in a crowded room. Then what do we do? Where do we hide?
No matter how painful memories could be, if we try to think of the positives and not the negatives the pain may not be so much. Like for example, though I am heartbroken, if I think of the good times I spent with the one I loved, my heart may not ache that much. Memories come to us always strong, associated with feelings profound. Like the way I felt when the man I loved looked into my eyes with love so sincere. The way I felt when he kissed my forehead and said we will never be apart. Now these moments are like dust floating in the air. They settle down briefly on the mantle of our minds, and then again they are blown away with the wind of the present time.
Memories keep us alive. They teach us to learn from our mistakes. But do we ever learn? My memories taught me never to hold anything I love too tightly in the palm of my hand, but did I learn? I guess not. Cause the love that I had, what I thought was so perfect, slipped away. And now that is just a memory. A memory of being in love, a memory of once being loved.
Hold on to your memories. Though they sometimes maybe painful, they have the power to make you realize that you were once loved and wanted. They give you hope. They will make you strong. We just need to look at them with fondness instead of anger, hatred or grief.
Memories - They will live with us forever!

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chandu said…
Inspiring.
Simply the facts of life that will make one go very far in life without having to regret for none. Keep it up!
April 17, 2010 at 4:17 AM
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