The life Book

Memories seems to be just like a book. As days pass, new pages and new stories are added. Each lines tells us the path that we have walked, friends we have made, cries and laughters that has left a trail in our life. There is ups and downs, horrors, wars and romance. Some written with bold while others are in finer prints.

Usually we flip on to make new entries yet sometimes we just flip back to recall hopefully the sunny days.

But yet how good our memories would be if they really are a book. With a detailed content page, we could just flip to where we want, seeing the vivid pictures and pleasant sounds, all the colourful feelings and thoughts then we once had. The once foolish acts, has became something so distant to recall. Faces fades off and names ever so hard to recall. Forgetting the unhappy days seems to be healing the wounds but yet longing to watch once again the youthful happy days.

Maybe it feels better not to go too much into what has been written but what is to be written and those yet to be written.