Memories
And now, I am thinking about "memories". Those bits and pieces of one's "life"...sometimes vivid, sometimes distant. But each makes up a piece of someones history. Days when you were excited or saddened, enthusiastic or sorrowful, passionate and even those that were perhaps, mundane. They appear and disappear as quickly as mushrooms in a field of grass. We tend to remember those which made us the happiest or saddest...usually the "extreme" ends of the spectrum. But whatever they may be, they are a piece of our own history. A time and place from which we travel back and forth. Where we can relive or attempt to suppress facts as they occurred. Perhaps dreaming of how we might have changed an event or otherwise manipulated the outcome. Memories seem to serve different purposes in different peoples lives. Some long for the ability to rekindle them, while others enjoy the "show".
Today's Quote:
We do not remember days, we remember moments.-Cesare Pavese
12:15:37 PM 
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