Memories

Some of the most significant moments in life never get captured in a picture. The only place they get recorded for posterity is in our hearts. One look. One touch on the arm. The tiniest of moments end up being more important than the huge in-your-face milestone moments. We often underestimate the power that these memories have. They are not the black and white polaroid pictures that get stacked up in the far corner of the closet. They get saved in that fragile corner of the heart which we are scared to touch again. But once touched they are capable of transporting you to the past. You remember exactly how u felt, what u were wearing, what u were doing, u remember the smell of the wet sand, how the wind was blowing your hair, how u wanted to get carried away in the moment. These memories make you desperate to feel what u felt then. They have an uncanny knack of magnifying the effect of the moment from the past.
What you end up realising is that you never can feel that again. U realise that age has caught up with u. U'll never be as naive or pure as u were then to have the heart to let yourself get swayed in the moment. Or is it just the present which makes us want to imagine a past which was so beautiful even though it was just as complicated as the present??
Why the hell do we have to grow up!!??