Current mood:	weird
Current music:	Beatles-Happiness is a Warm Gun

and these photos are empty, their memory faded

Doesn't it seem a little unfair that we as humans have this massive capacity to remember, but more than not, we just want to forget? That whoever (or whatever) created us, bestowed us with the ability to recall hundreds of memories within seconds of looking at a old picture, or hearing a familiar joke, or even meeting up with a friend from our childhood.

Sometimes I think that the strength of our memory is an april fool's joke. I mean, we're able to remember so much of our lives, so many little insignificant things, but in the end we're forced to realize that most of those moments were never going to happen again. No matter how hard we try to recreate the past, to bring the same people back together again, to ask the same questions we did before, to live like we were living back then, our memory's will not bend to our will.

Instead, they are a constant reminder that everything changes, that no matter what you to, time is going to pass you by and in the end you really only have two choices: to sit alone, flipping through old photos, remembering what life was like, or rip up your memories, and realize that what will happen today might not happen tomorrow, but it's still your life and memories or not, you have to live it the best way you can.