"Memories are timeless treasures of the heart."
Some memories never fade. The measuring scale of how i have lived is determined by the memories which keep coming back in my everyday life, some time they bring a tear or smile in me. I feel i am too emotional when the flood doors open with a teardrop and at times i feel like a child with a bundle of joy springing out of me remembering something funny. At times i love these random memories that make me smile no matter what is going in my life .
That deja vu feeling creeps right back in me when my present moment reminds me of my past. Why does this happen to us so often ? When we feel we have moved on, memories come back to us in an instant?
Often i hear people talk about Timeless beauty or timeless masterpieces and i have wondered what is it about structures/ paintings /places /things / which can be timeless? These are all things man made and beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. What is the definition of being timeless?
My heart to me is timeless. There are memories which remind me on my childhood, my youth, my struggles, my family, my friends etc. My entire existence is summed up in this fist size muscle whose main function is to pump blood in our body. This makes me realise its not the heart which stores memories but our brain keeps us in the past every time we get this Deja Vu feeling. Yet when some emotion hits us its the heart we feel aching in laughter and pain.
When i started working, i was a hyper nut case, every small thing would erupt an emotion which was very toxic for my own existence. I was young and inexperienced, my stress levels were uncontrollable and had a feisty temper. After two decades of work i laugh at this image of mine when i think back. It has taken me many years of self control and meditation to be a peaceful and calm individual when faced with stress. I needed to change my perception and mindset to survive and deliver quality work.
I remember my first car when i bought it, the feeling of euphoria and being grown up. My first apartment , my first job... the list is many and they all make me smile like a child. Its strange how these memories string in like a pearl necklace around our heart and if any pearl falls its also brings a tear. When i got Simba home, it was the happiest day of my life. This is one memory which is my biggest treasure and will be till the end of time.
Somehow i have not been successful with dealing with death of loved ones in a kind way. Life moves on and we live every day and moment. Yet there are some moments which are difficult to pass and move on. As rightly said by someone " Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one steal"
I am not the only one who has lost someone. Neither is my grief bigger than most of the people. We all in our way handle grief and change our mindsets to move on. I consider myself lucky to have loved people and have filled my treasure chest with beautiful moments with them.
Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment, until it become a memory.
I think that the only reason people hold on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that don't change when everything else does.
Some memories never fade. The measuring scale of how i have lived is determined by the memories which keep coming back in my everyday life, some time they bring a tear or smile in me. I feel i am too emotional when the flood doors open with a teardrop and at times i feel like a child with a bundle of joy springing out of me remembering something funny. At times i love these random memories that make me smile no matter what is going in my life .
That deja vu feeling creeps right back in me when my present moment reminds me of my past. Why does this happen to us so often ? When we feel we have moved on, memories come back to us in an instant?
Often i hear people talk about Timeless beauty or timeless masterpieces and i have wondered what is it about structures/ paintings /places /things / which can be timeless? These are all things man made and beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. What is the definition of being timeless?
My heart to me is timeless. There are memories which remind me on my childhood, my youth, my struggles, my family, my friends etc. My entire existence is summed up in this fist size muscle whose main function is to pump blood in our body. This makes me realise its not the heart which stores memories but our brain keeps us in the past every time we get this Deja Vu feeling. Yet when some emotion hits us its the heart we feel aching in laughter and pain.
When i started working, i was a hyper nut case, every small thing would erupt an emotion which was very toxic for my own existence. I was young and inexperienced, my stress levels were uncontrollable and had a feisty temper. After two decades of work i laugh at this image of mine when i think back. It has taken me many years of self control and meditation to be a peaceful and calm individual when faced with stress. I needed to change my perception and mindset to survive and deliver quality work.
I remember my first car when i bought it, the feeling of euphoria and being grown up. My first apartment , my first job... the list is many and they all make me smile like a child. Its strange how these memories string in like a pearl necklace around our heart and if any pearl falls its also brings a tear. When i got Simba home, it was the happiest day of my life. This is one memory which is my biggest treasure and will be till the end of time.
Somehow i have not been successful with dealing with death of loved ones in a kind way. Life moves on and we live every day and moment. Yet there are some moments which are difficult to pass and move on. As rightly said by someone " Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one steal"
I am not the only one who has lost someone. Neither is my grief bigger than most of the people. We all in our way handle grief and change our mindsets to move on. I consider myself lucky to have loved people and have filled my treasure chest with beautiful moments with them.
Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment, until it become a memory.
I think that the only reason people hold on to memories so tightly is because memories are the only things that don't change when everything else does.
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