A Story by Laura Grigoras

I hate these memories, in particular
the good ones.This is all I have,
my only possessions, but I don't
know how to deal with these images.
Heartbreakingly beautiful views of my past.
It is supposed that I have to be grateful 
for them, but I can't.I am too weak and they 
are too powerful for me.It is all so overwhelming.  
I know people who would force themselves 
into doing all sorts of things just
for the sake of creating a memory.
Apparently they want to collect as many
as they possibly can.I've never understood
why and when I asked, the only answers I've
received were that they all wanted to have something
to tell to their children or grandchildren.
The cause is noble, but in the end it is all
a lie.
Memories can be compared with pieces of art.In fact,
I'm pretty sure this is what they truly are.
Art can't be forced and I insist to apply this principle 
when we are talking about a memory.You can't force yourself
into creating something and expect it to become art, because
it will only evolve and develop into a lie, into a false 
piece of creation and I chose not to do this.
I want to respect this process of creation and I want to 
know that in the end I deserve to have this original piece of art with 
me for all my life.

© 2018 Laura Grigoras

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Added on March 7, 2018
Last Updated on March 7, 2018