Memories are a strange thing. They never seem to fade. Every picture, every song on my laptop seems to be like a Pensieve of the Harry Potter fame, having its own storage shell of moments. But you will not once hear me complain. I love how they give a person that much needed reassurance in life, making me wonder how they do it. I don't think I want to know. Let them work their magic.
What makes a memory? I always thought that its the moments that are soaked in happy and joyful thoughts that maketh one. But now, enclosed within the boundaries of my room and my mind, I find that every ordinary day spent with my 'friend' has had endless moments-both happy and unhappy. 'The days spent in the company of a dear one does not count; the moments spent with that person during the day counts'-how true they sound! How could I have ever thought that they will disappear because of the pain? Haven't they been engineered to perfection, to work at your most miserable moments?
Every person who has a memory worth holding onto, is a survivor. For every human being on earth, there would be that tiny sliver of light beaming through the abode of memories. Keep that beam of a memory to yourself-its your very own baby. Work with it in weaving its magic to help you through any s***. Find your peace and Live your Life.
What makes a memory? I always thought that its the moments that are soaked in happy and joyful thoughts that maketh one. But now, enclosed within the boundaries of my room and my mind, I find that every ordinary day spent with my 'friend' has had endless moments-both happy and unhappy. 'The days spent in the company of a dear one does not count; the moments spent with that person during the day counts'-how true they sound! How could I have ever thought that they will disappear because of the pain? Haven't they been engineered to perfection, to work at your most miserable moments?
Every person who has a memory worth holding onto, is a survivor. For every human being on earth, there would be that tiny sliver of light beaming through the abode of memories. Keep that beam of a memory to yourself-its your very own baby. Work with it in weaving its magic to help you through any s***. Find your peace and Live your Life.
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