in life, when we leave something behind, we always have something to gain from it.
it may be scars from pain, an inspiration made to others, a lesson learned, an old dream replaced by a new one, good and bad memories, another history made to be told and sometimes to forget.
i have many stories untold that made me person i am now. my friends thinks i’m too nice, but i don’t know. may be i just treasured and cherished what i have ’cause i know how the feeling to have nothing.
i have a recessive memory. i have no vivid memories of the time when i was 7 yrs old and younger. let just say, in technical terms, that it is first sign and the reason why i have a recessive memory (don’t want to get too personal ). people tend to remember the memories in between, but i only remember the good ones, the ones i chose to remember. because of this, i always told people that i have a short term memory, but in truth i have this tendency (sometimes i like to think) that i just forgive and forget.
that’s why i like diaries, journals and now blogs. when i was in elementary, i think i instinctively know that i can forget so i had a diary. my mother’s elementary gift was a diary with a lock, which i know she read them. when i was in high school, i burn all my journals together with the stories i made. i wished all the things that happened will go with the wind. i still make journals, most of the time, thoughts, written in tissue papers. haha!
memories. now, i want to think i’m making new ones. life is short. my daughter is growing fast, i’m getting older by the day. i don’t want to be like my mother who regrets too much.
this picture reminded me of this thought. sorry if its personal again. lol.