Memories

I often wonder why we keep our memories. I think that we grow up too fast and we only remember the things we don't want to forget. To me, memories are a burden. Why is it that when we feel an accomplishment, we treasure those things as memories? You know what I'm talking about like the trophies you win at games, the work you put so hard in class, and all the simple stuff (slash) things that we can't seem to throw away.

Two years ago, I decided to throw away my “little” memories that I kept. It reminded me too much of the past. You can ask, how can someone do such a thing, do I have any feelings? All I can say is that I don't really regret not keeping my memories because it’s mine. What a simple answer right? Yes, my memories are mine that is why I don’t want to keep them. What if you became a memory of mine, would I throw you away too?
I asked myself that every day. Am I a part of your memory? Or are you mine? Friends, coworkers, socials, teachers, networkers, and even families, do I want to keep them in my memory at all? You see, the reason I thought this way is because everyone I know is not DEAD, they are happily alive living the past and present of their memories. But how should I really know, I haven’t talk to half of them for the past 10 years. My elementary teachers, my middle school friends, my high school education, my distant relatives, and my ongoing present college life are all part of a memory that I didn’t acknowledge. I am the worst friend of all, the kind of friend who would forget your face and name within the year, but only come to remember your birthday if you ever told me so.

In reality, I know that we strived so hard to go into a career, further our education, we might even know more things than any other people in this world, and we can have everything or maybe nothing in this world, but I would never know if someone is truly happy.

I’m satisfied with living in the present. But that would be like telling a lie, I would rather be a liar rather than a hypocrite. I do hold on to the big memories, the memories that make me laugh, and the memories that made me cried. If something can truly touch my heart, it becomes the best memory for me. But if my memories hold me back, how am I supposed to move on forward? When memories are hold on for too long, you don’t gain any wisdom at all. Of course I don't know YOUR MEMORIES AND YOUR EXPERIENCES, but I was hoping that if I washed away the part of memories where I made several mistakes, my mind would become clear and I start over new every day. Because isn’t memories the ability to retain, recall, and store the past of our lives? That’s what memories all about and I just seemed to not hold on to the little ones.