the past
Remembering.....Remanicing....... Reflecting......why do we marvel at our past..?
We love to look at records, photos, words written, familliar emotions, and healed wounds....why do we like to remind ourselves of our bygone mentalities of ignorance and untamed spirits?.....
scenarios are often re-played in our minds..of those special moments our memory has chosen to store...those of our first kiss, our first slumber party, the first time we drank and drank until we couldn't see...or speak...have no one understand you..but yourself,Others...well, the first time you felt completely absorbed by another person, yet it was pain and the question of 'How could you do this to me?...', or how about that look of dissapointment in your parents eyes, or for maybe some of us, dark nights where we caused ourselves to bleed, and blood and tears both fell together in puddles at your knees...
could this be the reason why we often look back is to teach us lessons, we might have forgotten to learn..... Or lessons that could not be learnt until now....?
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