MEMORY....It is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose...it is what makes u...I think it is brilliant how some of these memories makes us smile wen we are really sad and the rest make us sad wen we really want to be happy...i guess thats the power of a memory...its like reliving that moment....like carying a crazy diary in ur head...hehe...all of us remember those times when we spent with our frnds....those times wen ur 5th or 6th class teacher slapped u bcos u din write ur homewrk....haha...wen u were nervous to propose ur 1st crush...when u told lies to ur parents just to go and watch a movie with ur friends....or it could be the memory of a deceased loved one....so what if some of them bring us pain?so what if that pain is like a blade slicing inside?still...u dont have to let go....i never understood why some people ask us to forgot those memories which gve us pain....i never found any sense in it...honestly what good would it do?i believe it is not the memory that gives us that pain...it is our perception...Instead i feel we shuld try and make those memories usefull to live our present(usko yaad ese rakhiye ke jeene ke kaam asake...)...carry those memories but dont let them spoil ur present....make new memories...start fresh and add those pages to ur portable diary...make it rich and worth reliving....:).....dont walk away from those memories...dnt try to forget them...u will only fail...instead put that energy in making some new memories.....u will heal quick....dont let go is what i suggest....instead make every moment,every day of ur life worth a memory....:)
Memories
(Grace E. Easley)
Memories are heartbeats
Sounding through the years
Echoes never fading
Of our smiles and our tears.
Moments that are captured
Sometimes unaware
Pictured in an album
Or a lock of hair.
Images that linger
Deep within the mind
Bit of verse we cherished
Once upon a time.
Through the musty hallways
Of the days we knew
Ever comes the vision
Beautiful and true.
Memories are roses
Blooming evermore
Full of fragrant sweetness
Never known before.
Life must have a meaning
Goals for which to strive
Memories are lights that burn
To keep the heart alive.
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