Memories.
I wonder.
Memories.
What they really for?
What use do they have?
Many a times we thought, dreamt, recalled.
So much happiness and misery
All present in nowhere but our minds.
Memories.
Happy ones, giving you the reminiscence of the past
Longing to return to it
Wanting to relinquish the same feelings again
Only to realise it to be in vain.
"They will only be present and remain so, in your memories."
Unhappy ones, making you wonder what made them happen
Wishing they had never happened
Wishing all of them could be erased
Unwanted, unneeded memories.
Regrets, sadness.
"They will always be in your mind, reminding you, haunting you."
Is this the ploy of whoever created us to cause us misery?
Or just providing us with something to hold on to when we're left with nothing
Nothing that could motivate us to move on
To continue with life.
But we still have memories.
Is it?
Precious little for us to be eqiupped with.
Small little part of us that we must cherish?
Sometimes I wish memories never existed.
But then what can I hold on to without them then?
Once again,
Paradox.
