Flipping through Memory
Every memory has a page and a chapter in the mind of time. Mine your memories for gains and not pains. Flip through the pages of your mind and retrace your steps. Everything happens for a reason and the lessons learnt therein can never be forgotten not even in a hurry.
Memories are armouries where we take hold of our canon of words and write thoughts into reality. Our mind is like a visual screen where thoughts are played all day until they walk out to assume their fate on paper. We shoot words and allow them to fly. Finding a young child without a tough childhood may appear rare in a country like ours where the life expectancy rate is nothing to write home about.
Memories are like ancient foot paths retracing our steps back to areas that helped shaped us for good. Be it a childhood building, school, humans or even a book. We all have this [these] path(s) we want to walk again. They appear sketchy to us because we encountered them at a tender stage. I personally want to walk through my childhood paths again. It brings a lot of relief and joy too. No matter what one may have suffered in time past, it comes to tell us the purpose of our pain and how far it has led us.
Memories are priceless because they freeze time, moments and people (TMP) in one spot and serve them as a sumptuous meal meant for mental satisfaction. They cannot be transferred but shared with loved ones to keep them bubbling in the joy that comes with it. Sometimes, they may come with sadness. What is even life without a little bit of down turn as spice to the beautiful life that eventually emerges. I wear memories everyday and some days I feel like hugging or even shaking some of them. This is my experience. This is who I am.
I am an ardent disciple of memory. I wear it like a necklace everywhere I go. I flip through the pages of memory everyday as I shake hands with events long gone. I smile some times, shed some tears and even shake my head on some occasion. Life is just a blank page filled up with memories waiting to be flipped. Have you flipped through the pages of memory today? Join me as we flip through memory in order not to brandish the placard of a flippant.