Standing the memories ...

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so what is a memory? its a compilation on a timeline accompanied with events either sweet or bitter, and mostly longed to. We always long for yesterday, for the past, for youth, for childhood, for our first love, first kiss, maybe first merit. Always enclosed inside a music box, we cripple things up, we clutter the memory with so many information, treasure them with details, maybe faces, mostly lovely ones!


I stand there, where the memory takes me, I know I am in denial, cause i refuse to surender, i stand on bay mostly, envisioned by tomorrow .. i seek a refugee! and i wonder with my mind always will my heart find a sweet memory again!

We are always battered by life, struggling to fight a stand, a place, a heart to enclose us deep, for a true person to love us with all their heart, for someone to share the rest of our lives, we are always seeking an immortal stay, even with love.. looking for eternity, when life never promises one!

I seldom seek reality, cause it bothers my dream bubbles . I am so dreamy,used to enjoy that eversince I was a kid, and never stopped there. I dream alot, and always think and believes that there is this day where i will be a sweet memory to someone!

I dont literally dream of being eternal, just being nice sometimes set your heart free. Makes you live 1000 days without tiresome. The feeling that you are so accomplished, of being so true, so kind, so real, so loving to people, even those who hurts you!

I believe on good merits, on good deeds, on good intentions, mostly! Cause good deeds always reproduce lavishly, even when it comes to karma. You never got to worry, if the days will follow you with a curse..!

You got to believe in yourself, and stand the bitterness! You ve got to find the real you, and find a way back home, sleep on that bed ,without any worry. You ve got to believe that days teach you how to live your lessons, how to be a better person... that a morbid truth is nothing but a badge of sanity.. that a wound is nothing but a reality of life span.

Without bitterness we wouldnt taste the sweetness of our memories, neither learned our lessons and became what we are today, tomorrow or maybe in the future


P.S : Stop being a victim, find your way, be that ..with just a little bit of hope and self will.. you can  win your  battles, and remember you are what you do , not what you say you will do!

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