They eat you up inside. Randomly make you laugh out loud. Blur the lines between yesterday and today. Memories have this phenomenal ability to conjure up the strongest emotions in just matters of a split second. Whether it’s the scent of a perfume or a moment captured on film, the slightest of hints open up the gates to memories. And no matter how hard you bolt those gates shut, something always manages to slip right through.
We create new memories constantly, and they begin to pile on top of the old ones. But somehow, like a game of Jenga, move one piece out of place, and everything comes tumbling down. Sometimes we are our biggest enemies, because we hurt ourselves the most by allowing our memories to hold us back. Our minds play a tug of war between letting go and holding on. It’s as if we put our life on pause, and wait for someone else to press play.
It’s so easy to delete a picture off a camera to free up memory – if only we could function the same way.
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. At your local library they have these arranged in ways that can make you cry, giggle, love, hate, wonder, ponder, and understand. It's astonishing to see what these twenty-six little marks can do. In Shakespeare's hands they became Hamlet. Mark Twain wound them into Huckleberry Finn. James Joyce twisted them into Ulysses. Gibbon pounded them into The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. John Milton shaped them into Paradise Lost.
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