We are made of memories.

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“A man is made of memories. It is all we are. Captured moments, the smell of a place, scenes played out time and again on a small stage. We are memories, strung on story lines–the tales we tell ourselves about ourselves, falling through our lives into tomorrow.”

 

I have a serious problem with letting things go. Things which are not about  good or bad experiences even though I hold on to good things very strongly. Things , here for example , are materialistic ones – old clothes , old sunglasses , old stopped watches, old photographs, old magazine in which only one story was good , old newspaper page where a small article inspired me , old text messages. Continue reading “We are made of memories.”

When Life Is The Present.

Once upon a time , on a Friday , for Weekly Photo Challenge on WordPress I thought of checking some hmmold photographs I clicked in other countries. What happened next was inevitable , or so. I spent hours checking all happy moments from my past , then went to mail inbox and checked old mails . Soon , after 4 hours , I remembered I have a present, a beautiful present that I forgot for four hours. Continue reading “When Life Is The Present.”