Day after day we create memories
In every moment of our lives
Through the things we see and do each day
Every sight we encounter becomes a canvas
Where images, pictures are painted in our minds
That makes up the storehouse of memory collected by time
Over the years, our minds become a dumping ground
For all the things our senses perceived
Memories of the scents and aromas we smelled stay through the years
Different sounds we heard are stored and awaken when we hear a familiar sound
The feelings we felt, the memory of a touch or kiss, they linger on
Time vanish, the past dissolve in a moment of recollection
And the memories we recall becomes vibrant, alive as if we live them now
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Our mind is truly amazing. We can recall so many things from the past and thing about them, learn from them and even rethink how something benefited us, even if we disliked it when we lived through it. Even though the past is gone and the present is here right now, I enjoy to reflect on what has happened. It is reflection that makes us grow in a spiritual sense.