“The beautiful thing about memories is that they are
yours; whether they are good, bad, or indifferent. They belong to you, and no
matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to where you've been, and to
where you are now”
I think our memories are the sum of our
journeys, the lives we lived and now live and our aspirations. Without our
memories we would be incapable of learning, of knowing who we are and we would
be unable of progressing. Our personalities come from the way we
interpret, analyse and live our experiences after the fact.
I think that every day
of our lives are full of moments, lessons which are meant to be beneficial to
what our tomorrows will be. Big moments, life changing moments that we can’t go
around measuring but that we know will be carved in our minds or branded on our
bodies for life.
“There are random moments —tossing a salad,
coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square,
standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a
burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms— when I feel a wavelike rush
of joy. This is my true religion: arbitrary moments of nearly painful happiness
for a life I feel privileged to lead. Think of the way you sometimes see a tiny
shaft of sunlight burst through a gap between rocks, the way it then expands to
illuminate a much larger space —it’s like that. And it’s like quilting, a
thread surfacing and then disappearing into the fabric of ordinary days. It’s
not always visible, but it’s what holds everything together.”
Life is made up of so many things. It's
made of big moments and lasting memories. It's made of flashbacks and
recollections. It's made of goals and aspirations. It's made of in-the-moments
living and spontaneous decisions. Those are its compartments. Those are its
pieces. But, the most important parts are the ones that don't always stand out
in our minds. The most important parts are the little details that shape us;
the minute aspects we may contently recall but overlook in the grand scheme of
things. Then, however, when we least expect it, we remember that brush of the
fingers we shared with our first crushes, or that smile we allotted with best
friends, or that joke someone cracked in the middle of math class, or the
embarrassing attempt our parents made to look cool.. We also remember the less
definite conjectures; we recall the support of our family - as well as the
times they let us down. We recollect the companionship of our friends - as well
as their faults and betrayals. We relive the chemistry and passion between us
and our lovers - as well as the arguments and insecurities. We may not be able
to cite the complexities of every situation, but we remember the way we felt.
We remember our reactions and it comes down to whether we are ashamed, complacent
or proud of our decisions. The most important part of all that, though, is one
simple truth; it is better to have made a decision than none at all. It's
better to look back on a full life with mistakes, than one you slid through
without focusing on the beauty all around you. Because to be alive is to feel,
and if you have no lasting memories, no decisions to feel the repercussions of,
you haven't lived at all. And, not that I've made it there yet, but I imagine
you don't want to feel empty in thirty years, haunted by all the things you
never did…
Source: Xanga
To cherishing our yesterdays…
RosieSandz
