Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ we could conserve our memories, all those moments to cherish, feelings, scents and the atmosphere itself. Put them all in a can or a bottle, that would fit them best.
I wish we could place a label on them, indicating time and place, so we would never forget ourselves. And hide it all in a safe place.
Thus, whenever one feels lonely or nostalgic, they could open the can and immerse in their past, being grateful for all the good moments and supportive of themselves when reliving the bad ones.
Yes, bad ones are to be canned, too. As they are the ones that keep us moving, ones that teach us useful lessons, ones that shape us most. So it is necessary to maintain the balance. To be supportive of the old version of yourself. To comprehend those lessons.
With every opening, the power of those memories would become less and less, until there would be only a flicker of the past to encourage imagination. To encourage moving forward and creating some new memories.
I wish that in the darkest of days I could return to the happy moments of my past, for them to keep me moving. To give me faith. I wish that in my moments of ultimate happiness, I could relive the bad moments. For them to keep me on the ground. Prevent me from making the same mistakes over and over again.
After all, what are we if not our memories? - 11 days ago