Memories are strange things, aren’t they? You sometimes forget things you never want to forget. Yet sometimes the memories you want to forget, haunt you. Sometimes you forget what a lost loved one looks like, no matter how badly you want to hold on to them, they just slip away. And sometimes you want to forget a hurtful memory, yet it’s there haunting and taunting you the moment you close your eyes.
Memories are a lot like the photographs we take throughout our lives. Meaningful ones that get misplaced or lost, bad ones that follow us on passports, ID cards, drivers licences and Facebook. But then there are those we have and hold onto, the ones we cherish, placing them into albums and looking over them every so often.
The memories we retain through our lives stay with us, they give us comfort in times of great sadness. They make us smile when we have a frown resting upon our faces. They make us cry, from longing something that no longer is. But without memories, none of us really exist. We use them to prove our existence, validate our being. Above all else, when we have nothing else in our lives, we always have our memories.
