Memories

I, for one, love to hold on to memories as stated in one of my previous post. It hurts a lot though, because nothing lasts forever. But, that never stopped me from keeping pieces of paper that has people's writings in them, photos of people who I do not talk to anymore, old school's empty exercise books that I know I'll never use, and much much more.

It's kind of depressing, really. Sometimes I would try to remember all those good memories behind the useless stuff I still keep, and it saddens me because it will never happen again. And then, I would mentally put it all away, in a tightly-closed-lid container, and forget about it, over and over. Whenever I feel like it, I would just do it again. I would open the container, smile at the memories, and close it back.

I think it's just a small thing to other people. But it's almost everything to me. Because without it, everything would be meaningless. I live for the good memories, bad ones.. Well, I'm not exactly fond of. But, that's just a part of life, when you want the good things, you have to also take the bad.

Maybe if people appreciated life more, things wouldn't seem so bad after all