Rememory

Funny how life goes, huh? Years pass, and slowly you find yourself defined not so much by the things that you do, but the things that you don't do.

We don't know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

The mind forgets things for a reason.

This night can go one of two ways. Either we can sit here drinking alone with our thoughts, or we can make something out of it.

We are nothing more than the memories we keep... memories of overwhelming joy... profound sadness... gratitude... pride... grief... despair... remorse... passion... regret... Regret. Regret. But the strongest memories we carry with us are ones of love.

Memory is the ultimate definer of our lives. For what are our lives, but a collection of memories... memories of events, experiences, emotions... all stamped onto our nervous systems, all leading to here and now, making us each the person we are today. Without them, the present would be void of context.

Time heals all wounds.

I need new stories to continue living vicariously through him.

I can't think of a time in my life when I've been happier. Everything in its right place.