The Kid in the Bank

I was in the bank this morning. While waiting for my turn, I noticed a boy who was around 3 or 4 years old. He was just walking around, not a care in the world, while his mom was conducting business with one of the tellers. What got my attention was his innocence, how he just moved his hands while strolling around with really no clear direction. He then saw me looking at him and he momentarily stopped and stared back, his eyes full of questions yet full of answers, as well. He turned his back and just climbed onto one of the chairs, continuing his rule over his imaginary kingdom. He never said a word. He kept to his own, unmindful of the eyes on him. In that moment, he was happy.

Random Thoughts I - Memories

A memory is a powerful thing. It has the ability to take you back and the ability to move you forward. It creates smiles, tears and toe-curling cringes from images that forever remain in our minds, no matter what, as well as in our hearts, luckily.

There are the bad ones that we revisit, not to be hurt nor to be embarrassed again but to be healed and to accept the present. it's ironic how sometimes, the things that crushed our spirits would eventually change into something that lifts, how the bad turns to good and how our weakest moments make us stronger.

On the flipside, it's the happy memories that make us cry, more often than not. We know how things will never be as good and realize how little we have right now. We try to emulate, to redo all that was done but sadly, it will never be the same.

All we can do is accept and adapt. Accept that things aren't the way they used to be and adapt to what we have and who we are. Memories remind us of days gone by but more importantly, of who we used to be.