What are we to do with memories?
They are there in the back of our mind, always popping up at the most random
times. A simple smell, a melody, a scene
brings them back with such clarity that it takes our breath away. They haunt us, make us laugh, make us cry,
stay with us. It seems like the memories
you wish you could get rid of never seem to leave, yet the ones you strive to
recall in perfect detail vanish before you can get them securely in your
grasp.
Why do our minds remember certain times
and not others? And why do things always have to change? Memories are never
anything like what you’re going through at the present. People come and they go. Time never sits still. So, how do we grasp the time we do have? How
do we grab ahold of those moments that make life wonderful and make them stay
awhile? I feel like so many people have
tried so hard to solve this problem by coming up with simple phrases and ideas
of living life to its fullest and taking pictures in our minds at those
fleetingly beautiful moments of true life.
Some people thrive on change. I do
not. I don’t think that I have
completely figured out how to deal with it to this day. So much has changed for me in the past couple
years. It kills me that it has been a
couple years since my favorite summer and start of senior year. I truly am happy right now, at least in every
sense, I should be. I heard recently
that happiness isn’t a destination, but rather a sense of being. You shouldn’t be striving for happiness, but
let yourself simply be happy where you are.
That is, if you can be. And if
you are just not in a happy time in your life, that’s okay. Everyone goes through emotions, and you don’t
have to be defined by one.
