Tuesday 27 January 2015

Old things and Memories



Things old- this thought came to my mind as someone on my page of FB posted –“the happiest times of our lives were the dirt roads”—this is true metaphorically as well as literally.  And we all remember so well –like yesterday—sights , sounds, smells and they are all vivid reflections of those day in our minds.

These days I often reflect of times gone by-not that I would do things differently in my life , --but it makes me feel like being home by thinking of those days. No matter where we come from, where we grow up—memories remain with us and it gives one a sense of warmth to think back. Lately I have found a face book page that relates all to the place where I grew up, went to school—and it is such a wonderful sensation and experience to re-live those moments. I am not unique—this is a human trait—and we long for those times when we were happy care free and young.

The thing though is –that time being so fleeting, we need to make the present sacred in as much as possible, because within a short time in history—these will be the very days we long for. So to me the lesson is—appreciate, cherish every single moment—be it then, now or things to come for they shall eventually become history—and memories in a flash.

Today—now are the “good old days”—so savour it, and live it to its full glory and give thanks for the people, loved ones, family, friends that are still within this moment –for within a blink of an eye all changes—and people leave and the moment is gone –except the ones frozen in time. Enjoy the present with all its wonders and blessings—and  we have to make sure that we are within , conscious of every moment as it shall soon be a memory.

I know  you don`t like this song—but is has much to say—a couple of stanzas only I promise sweetheart- From “Cats”

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again


Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is 


Remember me--always as I remember you with uncoditi0nal 
love! 


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