Essay:  MEMORIES

    I still remember how I acted as a child; full of fun and misbehaving prank.  Good young days...

    I don't consider myself old, but I consider myself a child in a grown-up body and mind.

    Through the years, I passed through good and bad times.  Things that are worthy to remember and things that I should forget.

    Do you love your past?  Do you hate them?  Either way, cherish it.  It is the reason to who you are now.  It molds you to whom you are today.  I don't know you, but certainly I know one thing about you.  Your past is full of laughter and tears.

    Memories, both good and bad.  Either worthy or should be obsolete in our mind, it serves as our history of ourselves, to our friends, to our beloved, to our nation, union, and or faith.    We grow along with it; we live along with it.  Untold by no one, scripted by our creator; memories are the stone and water of our life today and up ahead, for these let us move-on smiling or not while staying strong and just.

    Memories are like books, you should not close it but just turn a new page and start filling it with something new.  Memories are different with remembering for this is bonded with our heart.  We remember memories.

    Memories are hard to be forgotten, especially to those past that are close to our heart.

    Memories are literature turn to gold in time; in purpose to serve as wisdom to our fruits bared by our trees.

    Honestly, I have forgotten most things about my past but I still remember my childhood and grown-up life; filled with holes, dreams, and tints.  But, since it is my memory, I will not allow it to cripple and die.

    I know, memories can cause pain.  I know, memories can cause a life.  But, memories are not meant to be that way.  It serves as a brick in our life; teaching us what should be avoided and done in order not to loop nor replay those uncertainties.

    Some people may ask, "why should we have these memories?".  Answer, I don't know...  Memories act as our aid, sometimes as our depressant.  But don't put it into your life, learn to cure it, learn to counter it.

Whatever ways our life cycles, memories are eternal and a picture that flashes back.  A cinema of our age, a video of our ways.  A shadow of our traces.  Memories untold, sometimes locked-up for eons, waiting to be untold by someone for everyone to hear.

    I know that you could write better essay about memories than me, I know that you had better once than I have.  One thing for sure, I shared my piece of mark for you to remember until that day you may forget all about it.  

   Now it is time...  Close the treasure box, seal your past, let the memories grow, to be opened again for you to remember.