We visit the past and we look in ourselves, endless memories overflowing through the photographs

 

 

 

Think of yourself

 

Think of a photo of a loved one

 

Think of a memory you hate

 

Think of a memory you love

 

And we sit and stare and peruse and ponder the meaning of our past

 

Of what came before and what comes now

Of how we were that person

Of recapturing those feelings that were captured by a box

Of knowing we were there, with our friends, in our depression, in our joy, in our pain, in our lives

 

And we ask ourselves

Am I the person I've always wanted to be?

Am I the person I thought I could be?

And we love our families, and we love our friends

For who they have become and who they once were

And, all the same, the love for ourselves grows and wanes

And shifts every time we open the memory

Every time we look at the photos that matter the most

And in those we find ourselves

 

 

 

 

Every photograph a link to a time

A time that was in our current

Yet only for an instant

And the miracle of perpetuity

Forcing our memories to never die and never stay the same

 

 

 

 

 

I love my life and I love myself

And I don't hear that enough.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Life Lived

 

 

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