I wonder what a world without memory would be like.
My first post on my brand new blog, and the only thing I have on my mind is my past. I went out to dinner with an old friend, and he kept reminding me of our history of unforgettable nights. It's strange to think about, really. I feel like back then I was at a point in my life that I was truly happy. I would have probably argued this if you had asked me when I was fifteen, but my days seemed to consist of a lot of smiles. I think the main difference between then & now is that I do smile, but my over all mood isn't what I'd consider happy.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have a memory, because then I'd have nothing to compare my days to. Isn't that depressing?
My first post on my brand new blog, and the only thing I have on my mind is my past. I went out to dinner with an old friend, and he kept reminding me of our history of unforgettable nights. It's strange to think about, really. I feel like back then I was at a point in my life that I was truly happy. I would have probably argued this if you had asked me when I was fifteen, but my days seemed to consist of a lot of smiles. I think the main difference between then & now is that I do smile, but my over all mood isn't what I'd consider happy.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have a memory, because then I'd have nothing to compare my days to. Isn't that depressing?
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