Life is a big collection of memories, bitter and sweet memories of your golden past.These memories are , infact, the real wealth that you earn throughout your life ..
Now i realise that this is what i can call of my own in the true sense of the word. This is what i have earned in my twenty years of life.They sum up my whole life, a life that i have lived till now.....
These memories are my companions .One thing that will always be with me ,that will make me laugh , will bring tears of joy even during the darkest times when someday the whole world is up in arms against me and i dont have any reason to smile; when life is no longer a sweet song that can be sung, then this sovuneir of my colourful past will be my reason to smile,my reason to sing ; to dance to the tune of life.
Every moment that we live is special but we do not realise this at that time.We dont even appreciate it but when these moments become our past , then suddenly things change. We become desperate to go back to that time, and will do anything to be a part of that phase of life again , just for one last time .. its that same phase that we once loathed about and had written it off as the worst phase of life and had earnestly wished that it ends soon...
And today, we plead to get those days backbut no, it is gone and will never be back again..The only remains of it are those indelible imprints that are safely etched in our memories..Nothing else..
Sometimes, a sudden fear grips me..What if i dont have any memories of the past? If i forget all about my past life?...What will i do..What will i reminisce about...There will be nothing left...it would feel like being stripped to my skin.This is one of my deepest fears, that one morning i will wake up with no memories.I wont remember anything .Then, what?....there is a big blank ..ohh..it is scary..
Maybe its one awry thought that comes to the mind when life looks like a cakewalk and you are getting more than you had ever wished for, then some deep rooted fears grow that some untoward thing will hamper the smooth pace of your life...Just a figment of imagination..Nomatter what it is, but this fear is enough to give nightmares atleast to me.
My memories are my treasure which noone in this world can ever steal from me...yea..noone can.
2 comments:
This comment is not as a favor but I genuinely liked your blog.. Memories!! I have a post similar to this one.. Do read all my posts if you have time.. Not a must though :D
yes ofcourse memories are real treasures of life.
but can you search out ur memory when you have done any piece of gud work for your friends and family and others.
so do it and memories of that will always remain with you. and remarkable for other too.
and that will be your real treasure.
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