Memories A river bubbled inside you long ago, a river which will forever flow. A little bit of happiness, a little bit of sadness, a little bit of jealousy and anger, and a little bit of love. The river which remains under control because of the rocks dotted in it: the memories. Memories, the knife which stabs you in the heart, and the curse which keeps you rooted to the past. For one moment in the morning, you forget everything; what happened yesterday, how you fell asleep, what you had for dinner… And a billion other things. Life, a curse and a blessing. There are times in which you wished you could have another chance, and on when the New Year dawns, you say to yourself: “This year, I will be on my best behavior. I will pray on time, and keep all my promises. I’ll contribute a large part of my pocket money to the poor”. But in the end, there is a frustration which roars inside you and make you stray of your goal. In the end, someone will pop up with something interesting and you’ll put your prayers for later. And in the end, there’s something you really want so bad that you forget your planned deed. Memories are the files which record your moments of guilt and anger, joy and love, jealousy and revenge. Memories are the stepping stones which you preserve to tell your children, and they, in turn, will tell their stories to their children. It’s always been that way. But there are some people who are less fortunate than me and you. Nobody in this world is grateful for what they have, except for those who have little. Those who could never cherish good moments in life to store them in the file of Memories, those who could never cherish good moments to pass on to their children. Memories bring back everything, but it makes you feel a bit older, somehow. But no matter what happens, the true miracle in life will always remain that you are born to die. This piece of writing is getting a little wrong, so I’ll end this with a little quote from me… “Where there is a birth, there is a death” Where there is a life, there are memories…
