Yesterday when I was writing my journal. I realized a few of my Himalayan memories have faded away already. I don't remember every moment. I have forgotten the chronological order of the events that took place there.
I wish I could lock all those memories in a box, even the tiniest one, and reopen the box whenever I feel like going back. I wish all my memories could remain as fresh as a daisy, all my life.
All memories? Would I really want that?
Because there are painful memories as well and I don't think I would like to remember them.
Good. Bad.
Happy. Sad.
Pros. Cons.
Black. White.
Odd. Even.
All things come in a pair. They are opposite but inseparable. Without one the other would lose its meaning. One is the reason for the other's existence. The universe seems clearly fathomable at one moment and utterly incomprehensible in the next moment.
Today's Favorite:
Bang Bang my baby shot me down - Nancy Sinatra
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