One's memories are a confusing thing - When memories of past happenings flash through the mind,one does not really relive the experience.Rather,one tends to view them with the not readily apparent purpose of deconstruction,with speculations about alternate choices and contemplation about what could have been,and satisfaction with what has happened.
I look back at the memories I have with me,from the earliest that I can remember to the present moment ,with a sense of awe with regard to the constancy of change,and I realize that life is about wanting to hold on to the present while the future draws us to it.And about how we as individuals change,subtly and in a manner that we ourselves don't seem to be aware of.
Life is also about finding happiness and satisfaction in one's existence and about trying to spread the cheer to the rest of the universe.
And there seem to be cycles that persist,with different people moving on to the roles that one once held and oneself moving on to other roles to play.Life is also about trying to reconcile with the past and look forward to a wonderful future.
And definitely,life is about understanding oneself and finding peace.
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