A Memoir that is Life...
Do you remember the first time you balanced a cycle or drove a car without steering it away from the road? Have you forgotten the first time you stayed away from home or when you went on a second show with friends?
Life is a potpourri of memories, don’t you think? Its
very essence is a string of memories – good, bad and ugly. The good ones keep
us going, the bad ones humbles us and the ugly ones, just makes us wish if they
were just not there.
It
is these memories which sail us through the voyage of life. Haven’t you seen
people going through a low phase in life reminiscing about their hay days? It
gives them the hope that things will change for good.
Our likes and dislikes too are governed
by our memories. Everyone love the city where they graduated as the memories
associated with that city will be all sweet and good.
You
might like a film, not because the script is good but may be you might have
watched it with a loved one. The memory of those happy times makes you like the
movie.
So it’s not exactly the entity which we
dislike. Quite often, it’s the memories which define that object or person
which make us love or loathe it. Even when someone close to us passes away, we
do not grieve for that person per se, the memories which that person gifted
make us miss them.
The conscience acts as the custodian
of memories – reminding us time and again of the pros and cons – making us
think of the deeds and outcomes.
Our very existence is rooted in memories. They
have made our yesterdays and they will mould our tomorrows. So let your life weave
a fabric of memories which can be fondly reminisced about – for you and for
those you hold close.
Arun
Babu.
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