Memories

Memories

Prologue
Could memories hurt?

Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us

Be it sweet or bitter, people tend to recall what happened throughout their lives. Being positive, many would consider bitter things that happened deserve given credit for; for they made them stronger, they made them who they are today.

Whatever happened before our growing years, involuntarily registered in our minds without a doubt.

I asked upon a friend how to deal a painful past, and the friend tell “it’s like hiding something hushy in a private box not wanting others to find out and eventually wishing for it to go ‘abracadabra’ poof! Vanish into the thin air pretending they never happened for it hurts badly. But gradually as time flies, no matter how much you try to get rid of it, parallel to your maturing thoughts it’s just impossible. Sooner or later I suppose the time will come for us to start confronting the box back, perhaps with different emotion; can’t ignore the box definitely for it’s not biodegradable!”

So I asked the friend further, will tears the day the box reopened same as the one shred the day it was packed and hide. “No, even if any is shred it would be on the ground of dignity for we made it to confront the emotional blackmailing unjustified fear within us. And what’s important is to stay strong”

Epilogue
Could memories really hurt? If they could, how far?

Ps: A classmate’s mum passed away last night ~Al-Fatihah~ Dear Habil be strong
Pss: HE plans all, and never ever forget that