Preserving memories doesn’t mean forcing yourself to relive moments of the past every day. Though we know memories become gray, we still fear the inevitability of the event. That is why, out of desperation, we write the colorful memories and thus immortalize them. We need only hope that we keep these writings with utmost care.
We preserve a lot of memories, we don’t even ponder on why we do so? Is it because these memories are our happy pills? Or, is it because it’s a hope for the future, filling the emptiness as time forces us into isolation?
Preserving Memories for a Hopeful Future
In days of hopeless striving to survive through the adversities of life, we tend to forget the good times. When we feel like all hope has abandoned us, looking back to the good times may just save us. There are so much we can find in our youthful days that make us stand the tests of adversities.
Oftentimes we think that we have life figured out. Most often than not, we realize how life’s complexities are years beyond our experiences to fully fathom it. Just when the first drop of rain of a storm hits the ground we realize the gravity of the latter’s truth. Naturally, we look for hope to grasp on.
A familiar past episode flashes randomly. We recall a memory and find hope in them. It is as if a sudden wave of strength hits us and helps us win a losing battle.
Past memories remind us of what we are capable of and thus grant both the present and future hope. Preserving memories never equates to vanity. These preserved memories make us look forward to new kinds of happiness that await us.
Immortalizing the Memories
Out of desperation to immortalize memories, we write them down or transform them into forms of art. We can paint or draw something makes you recall vividly the special instance. Or, we can immortalize that event through writing. In William Shakespeare’s Sonnet XVIII, he wrote…
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time though grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Memories are sunshine we keep as a guiding light in times of a pitch black, stormy night. Often we fumble for lights as the night falls. Yet, little do we realize that we have it within us—bright memories that no storm nor starless nights could ever dim.
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