There will be moments where we've shared anew with others,
Experienced a whole new adventure or tried being fucked up..
And not minding how others would think about us.
Because all along, we knew that we were just having fun
But later on realize, that we are actually making memories.
Depicted through pictures are good memories.
Wide smiles and wild vibes.
Candidly caught on shots are also memorable
Photographs of victory and success.
Melancholy can also be painted through a snap on one's eye.
Good moments..
The part where you may want to play and rewind the moments,
That will make you smile no matter what is going on with your life..
These are the moments that will tell you that you are with the best people at the right place and time.
That will remind you of how on track you are,
And try to pause and feel the happiness of such moment.
Bad moments..
The part where you may want to play and click stop,
That gave you pain in a heartbeat,
Reminded you of life decisions, regrets and mistakes.
And got you to question on why does it have to be replayed again,
One thing's for sure,
It was done to serve its purpose,
To remind us of life decisions and give us good lessons.
As the saying goes...
"If you don't do stupid things while you're young, you'll have nothing to smile about when you're old"
Now, anyone can testify,
That the best memories are those not captured by one's camera
Or caught on video of a certain "one of the books" moment
And eventually storing it to one's camera roll or micro SD, flash drives, hard drives..
But those moments caught and stored deeply in the mind and heart,
The kind of no pretensions and scripted kind of reactions,
The moments where you feel serene, spontaneous and at scheme.
And is one of things you might want to go back and hold on,
For these are one of the things that does not change.
Like a diary that you can carry about with,
That can't be destroyed nor reproduced.
Yes, some would wish they could have not done such,
Or some would replay it a million times in their heads,
But at the end of the day it is the memory that makes you the person you are now.
That shaped every detail of you
Making our memories so powerful,
It keeps on retelling your special moments,
And reveals your story of the present and the future.
The 4th of October 2015 (Ignorantia Juris Neminem Excusat) is one for my books. Experienced being in pain, in awe, in excitement, in happiness, in shame, in tense, in uneasiness. A day I may want to rape the replay button in my head a million times. C'est La Vie! With love, ishlim36
