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La Vie En RoseBy Louis Armstrong  |
Sunday, May 18, 2003
On memories.
Memories fade with time, so do emotions. Yet to deny oneself of any tinge of pain, or happiness, as one recalls those precious moments, is unviable. It has been a little more than a decade since I last hid behind my parents on the sight of approaching strangers. It can't be more than a couple of years from the last time I requested for something unreasonable and whined till my parents gave in. It seems like yesterday when I hypothesised that we live in the Earth and tried to persuade my peers to follow my train-of-thought. The images convoying these memories are vague. I cannot recall what frightened me as much, what unreasonable demand I had, or the names of those whose minds I tried to corrupt by selling them my totally warped ideas. Nevertheless, these are the simple things that drive my emotions on roller-coaster rides. I miss those days so much, tears well up in my eyes when I think of them during those sleepless nights. I'd smile and cry myself to sleep, then laugh at my emotional upheaval the next morning. I am so caught up with the past, that I pull myself out of relationsips before I even embark on one. The fear of leaving happy memories of something that refuses to work out is too much for me to cope with. Sometimes I even lie to cover things up. May I ask you out on a date, he said. My reply always consisted of an excuse. Most of the time it would be some oncoming test. I never knew if he realised that I would never agree, but eventually he did stop asking. And it left me wondering if things would have worked out well between the both of us. Memories certainly fade as time passes. The minute details slowly diminish as we focus on our current life. The previous happiness may eventually lead to a life of stress or depression, and previous heartbreaks will most definately heal. But there will still be occasions which conjure up images long-forgotten. When I spot a young child skipping alongside his parents, I'd unwittingly embark on my personal recount of my childhood days, albeit lacking in details. I do sound old, the way I speak of my memories, and the way I embrace my love-hate relationship with them. While it may not be a good thing to cling on too tightly, memories are something that shapes humanity. It is memories that enable us to feel joy and sorrow, for it is remembrance of past events and our emotions then that distinguishes our feelings. Ultimately, I love happy memories, and the key to building them is to make decisions I will not regret. The maiden spoke at 11:54 PM
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