Fortune
Who am I? Am I the one who climbed up the rock a few months ago? The photo says, yes, but if I cover my face, I don’t know. I don’t remember that dizzying height, maybe just the sweet feeling in the heart that I have done it.
Am I the one who was swimming in the cold sea yesterday until my fingers fell numb from the cold? One who saw the sun’s rays under the water and thought that would never forget. But the fingers warmed up, and everything was gone.
And after a couple of days, I’ll be the woman who meets my children at the home door. We will have a fun day full of talks about the magical world, full of laugh, kisses, and hugs, and then, I will kiss them at the door again and my heart squeezes painfully as they will dissolve in the night darkness.
How long will those moments live in me? How long will those moments live in me? Will I ever be able to recover them after years?
Things get lost, break, get old, and here the memories are beautifully stacked and with time, they only become more beautiful and more expensive. Until I am, the memories will be with me, right?
© Fortune, 2009
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Question of
Do you cherish your memories?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
Do you believe that time blurs not important memories?
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Yes
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No
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I have a favourite corner where I sit and reminisce
Right now memories are all I have of my previous life and I treasure them.
Without memories I would not be able to survive. No doubt.
The most beautiful things are not associated with money; they are memories and moments.
My late husband died from a motorcycle wreck 8 years ago. Now the horrible images of that night have blurred due to finding happiness again. I pray you find peace.
I believe time blurs all memories.