memories

            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.