Memories
You know, some days, I just don’t feel like doing anything. Life seems to be at an all time low, and I feel as if I will never pull out of my rut. But then I fall asleep on the aforementioned night, and the next morning, I start again. And it usually is nothing like the day before, even if I do the same things, I somehow feel different about them.
Memories are incredible. They are so wonderful. They can make you smile, laugh, cry, scowl, or shudder. Most of the time, for me, memories are usually just flashes of moments. I’ve had so many happy moments in my life, and my brain has the knack for washing away all of the low days. They seem to never exist in memories. Now you may remember sad times, but the day, the boring, non-eventful, “I’m not doing anything with my life” days… they disappear. What a glorious thing.
Memories are incredible. They are so wonderful. They can make you smile, laugh, cry, scowl, or shudder. Most of the time, for me, memories are usually just flashes of moments. I’ve had so many happy moments in my life, and my brain has the knack for washing away all of the low days. They seem to never exist in memories. Now you may remember sad times, but the day, the boring, non-eventful, “I’m not doing anything with my life” days… they disappear. What a glorious thing.