Sunday 3 November 2013

Memory..


 Memory..


The problem is not bad memories. Its the good memories.
What harm do bad memories do? They probably sting for a jiffy. 
What harm to good memories do? They keep stinging for ages. 
If not ages, the time it takes makes sure the damage is done. They last long enough to inflict the damage.

The thing is, only few memories which are sad retain. Very few. Maybe ones which you caused and worsened and now you can't revert them.
But when a good memory which you really want can't be obtained, that's what stings more than a sad memory. Because sad memories can be gotten over. Good memories; you don't want to get over and want them back.
There will be one good memory you want to relive like hell. But you can't. You won't think the same about a bad one, nor will you care about it after sometime.

Better ones may come, you say? How do they matter when your focus is to relive those few memories. What good is it to get some other memories which are again in the risk of loss? The very thought of the good memory is impossible to leave behind and impossible to keep aside. As more good memories keep pouring in and emptying by the day, one is filled with regret and remorse and stinging pain, drowning in deep nostalgia.
Life has good things which it gives for rent. Its like giving a really awesome dog just to take it away the next day.
There is one particular time which i want to relive and i'd love reliving it a gazillion times.
The good in each passing day is gulped by nostalgia. When one is in constant nostalgia, there can't be much of identifiable good.
And every good memory leaves a scar. Every bad memory, leaves a healing wound.

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