my memory

So often, the pain in our lives is no more than a remainder to take our hands off the stove.

Because many times, this pain is caused by no other than ourselves. But sometimes, pain is unavoidable. What differs is whether the pain we feel is a good one, or a harmful one.

Yes? No?

Memories cause hurt and pain. But the question of these memories being pleasant or unpleasant ones is another matter completely. It might be a good hurt, because these memories make you miss someone, and it hurts. But you know, no matter what, that these memories are enough to ensure that you find your way back to that someone.

And so, at times, I find myself wondering about my memory. Would it be less painful if I could remember nothing? Was pain nothing but a product of memory?

I don't think so.

Without memories, there is nothing to learn from. Nothing to feel, nothing that rendered you human. And when you don't feel, how is it possible for you to love someone? To even love, in the first place. Without memories, there is nothing to love, nothing to care for, nothing to feel. Nothing to live for. No happiness.

So, although sometimes life's a bitch, and life's painful, we still go through life.

Because the memories we have keep us going. It's more than enough.

And the memories I have, of beautiful nights and sweet times that have now passed, are more than enough for me to stay happy, and keep going. Forwards. To find my way back to you, forever.