Memories are gold. Memories are the only thing that matter. When all is said and done at the end of the day and another moment flashes brilliantly past us- memories are all that remains.
All things eventually come to an end; and when that happens and you’re stood staring into the emptiness of that end- the only thing you have left is you. You and the way the events changed you, the impact they left on you. Those memories last forever. Our lives are a combination of our stories, except there’s no editor or magic wand- once a page is written it cannot be undone.
It’s natural I suppose, to want to hold on when the times are good to keep them going. To fear the end. But when a party goes on too long the fun wears away. A good ending is with the break of dawn and an awful hangover when you quietly stumble down the road to a local “caf” with your mates for a much needed greasy breakfast. Occasionally smiling at one another and quietly recalling the night before. And life moves on. And those memories are yours.
When I’m on my deathbed, as we all will be one day, I want to look back on my life and think I’ve lived a happy one. I want to be able to visit the memories that hurt to recall- if only because those moments are over- and recall how fortunate I am to have them.
Bittersweet. That’s the ideal. If you’re making memories that are bitter sweet then you’re along the right lines. If you spend your whole life avoiding the chance of being hurt, you’ll miss the whole adventure that life can be and in the end- you’ll regret it. Remember, there are many who never have the luxury of growing old.
Mike.
This was very insightful. I enjoyed reading it. Some of your thoughts about memories and life made me think of the lyrics to this Carole King song called āTapestryā:
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue
An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold
A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold
Sometimes I think of our memories as the threads that weave into the Tapestry of our lives.
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Thank you āŗļø Really poingnant words too.
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