I LOVE THAT WE HAVE MEMORIES

I love that we have memories

Even though as the years pass we may begin to doubt them

I cannot imagine…I cannot fathom…

what life would be without them.

On the river of life…when times are difficult…

or when we float along with ease

wherever the current takes us…

we keep adding memories.

And if life is like a river always moving ever forward without a break

I like to think of memories as a calm and peaceful lake…

A lake that no matter how many memories we add will never over fill

A quiet, tranquil place where time itself stands still.

Where we can choose to pause a while…

on the edge where the water meets the land

to get our feet wet for a moment and scoop a memory in our hands…

Or if we want…if we have the inclination…to wade up to our knees

or dive headfirst under the water and be awash in memories.

I love to swim the entire lake…it’s waters cool and clear

because I never know what memories will suddenly appear…

I don’t mind that the good and bad memories have mixed together along the way

because they have intermingled to make me who I am today.

I find I like to talk to my memories…to thank them when they were bright…

and even though the time has passed…to warn them…in hindsight…

Oh, I know that moment’s gone and I can never change that memory

which makes me wonder:
if I am talking to my memory…or is my memory talking to me?

Yes, I love that I have memories

Even though as the years pass I may begin to doubt them

for I cannot imagine…

I cannot fathom…

what my life would be without them.