Sometimes I don't know what to do with my memories. No, not the bad memories.
But good memories. Sometimes, in fact, all of the time, when I think about it, I realise I don't know what to do with good, beautiful and happy memories.
I know about bad memories. You try and forget them and move on with your life and look forward to what's ahead in the future. They are no good for you. They only disappoint you and make you feel bad about yourself.
But good memories. What do you do with them?
Do you relish in them? Do you revel in happy thoughts about things that happened in the past?
Sometimes you write them down. Sometimes you try and relive them. But they never come back. Happier past is gone as much as the bad past (as they say) is past.
What do you do with them?
Sometimes I try and write stories and make them a little bit less temporary as they are. Sometimes I try to close my eyes and remember things.
But then I am afraid of relishing too much of it too. Because maybe like the sweetness of a candy dissolves the harder you suck on it, the sweetness of happy memories also fades the more we think about them.