I wrote for today’s prompt on my tablet. I’ve been trying to link it to blogging 201 but I don’t know how to.
Memory on the Menu
Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze? How can one evaluate memories?
After we lived our days we store them in the recesses of our mind. Bad memories can sometimes be sweet thoughts of the days when we were innocent and doing thing before knowing the consequences. These fond memories can bring tears of longing.
As we age memories accumulate like deteriorating health. We reminisce about old memories more than we do creating new ones.
We can pass through an old neighborhood we lived in and remember the life we had then. We can remember eating nothing but egg sandwiches everyday because that’s all we could afford. Back then we grumbled and complained. Today we laugh about it. We laugh, we cry sometimes even wish we could back in time. Back to when things seemed simpler, easier even if it wasn’t, when we were living through it.
A smell can reminds us of an event like the smell of cotton candy and peanuts may remind us of an amusment park. A whiff of chicken frying filling the summer air may incite a memory of playing outside with childhood friends. Reading a book or watching an old movie may wake up sleeping memories. Going to a funeral mingling with old friends and relatives will definitely bring memories rushing to the surface. Don’t bring out the photo albums. We will smile with water filling our eyes.
Then the best memory inducer of all old songs. It is funny how many memories come flooding back when old songs are played. We remember who, where, what and when. How many times do we say they don’t make songs like they use to. In ten years we’ll hear a hit song from today and memories of today will come back.
Which memory do I prefer? I am more than a half a century old I can’t say whether recent and vivid memories are best or the old hazy ones are best. Memories are a treasure to cherish and hold onto, each in their own right. For me who lived more than half a century with failing health I spend many hours smiling, laughing and crying over every memory that comes to mind. I love them all because those memories reminds me that I lived and I lived well even when I struggled.