Memories accumulate consistently with the passing of time.
They, being our greatest treasure are stored in a vault hidden somewhere within the vast chasm of self. Here our past life dwells and here love and laughter take precedent to everything else. Then at our leisure, on special occasions, or whenever there is a need, we draw upon that warehouse of what was, and replenish warmth and goodness once more.
Wherever we may travel, however far we may go, this house of treasure lies quietly, awaiting our call. Its inventory constantly increasing as it blends the old with the new. It’s there for us to build on, to encourage our growth, and to remind us who we are. You see, the greatest joy of memories is the knowledge that come tomorrow we will be adding more.
Quotes from OH Brother:The unexpected in life is conspicuously obvious, often it’s even consider the norm, and this dirty, untidy, disorderly part of living is what validates the fact “life is messy!”
Let not memory hold dear the quantity of your accomplishments; instead let their worth be measured by the manner in which you achieved them.
Don’t be trapped by the dogma of living life within the expectations of other people’s thinking and don’t let the noise of their opinions drown out your inner voice!
author: Paul Ciccone, Jr. Copyrite © 2007
