Memory

Memories are the most precious objects one can possess. They are a reservoir of thoughts, ones' entire history. Without a memory one would be lost, with a sense of unnerving-nous if your like me or completely carefree if your not, laying your eyes on the world time and time again with new, sheer fascination. I suppose there would be no reason to be lost until the scary thought dawns on you...you question yourself: Who am I?...and immediately stop dead in thought.

Some memories are so vividly captured in our minds. Others faded and grey. Some are like an entertaining slide show of images. Some like silent motion pictures. Others with sound but muffled. Then there are the other ones. The ones that are attached with a strong sense of emotion that spreads within, burning deeply as the image flickers in mind. Strange, since the memory can be so old.

The memories of ones' childhood are most valuable and very significant. What one chooses to remember from ones' childhood or simply does without choice is quite fickle. You can ask yourself: Why do I remember that, specifically? While other millions of memories realised last for a mere spark and quickly fizzle out, fading away and lost. Child memories are quite a mystery. They are like boulders in a lake, with some strangle, ancient, mystical aura about them. Some will hold a strong significance being a driving force of how one lives the rest of ones' life. Others will wither and erode as values change and we forget. And the remainder...well, they remain a mystery. Perhaps a shrink can help you there.

Once a memory is gone it won't materialise no more. Memories themselves are the remnant of the past. You lose it, it's gone. It's like wiping clean your history - ALT CTRL DELETE.