Memories

Some memories are a bitch. We all know that. 

And the funny thing is, for the most part, we forget a majority of the good memories and only recall the bad ones. 

Stupid things we've said. People that have hurt us. Painful lessons we have learned. Finding out for the first time that the world is not as carefree and happy as we once assumed. 

Memories are something that I have been struggling with recently. I can't remember a good portion of the first 10 years of my life because my subconscious has blocked it out. Sometimes, I wish I could block out more. Other times, I wish I could remember what went on during that period of time.

Do you ever wish you could edit your memory? Cut out the worst times of your life? 

Would it make you happier? Or just more confused about yourself?

Great questions. 

We can't fully rid ourselves of bad memories. We can bury them, but for how long?

And when they're buried, how long until we wish we knew what was trapped away behind the iron bars of our deepest consciousness? 

My guess is not long. 

Experiences shape who we are, how we think, what we do. I've come to the conclusion that we just have to come to terms with our memories, with our experiences, good and bad. Accept them. Get closure.

But closure is always the most difficult when there are unknowns.