And the memory remains

The strongest element in the human body is the element of memory. Soft matter, your mind. It sees and registers everything. Some people claim to forget. They think they have done a good job. but it ticks. It keeps ticking. It remembers all. The memory. It comes back  -  in all forms, shapes, and sizes. Manifestations. Sometimes as apparitions in the dark when an imaginative mind can possibly creates a ghost image, sometimes in dreams, any and everywhere.It always ticks beneath the surface.

What does it demand? Some answers I feel. What does it want? To come to terms. It can come to terms, if you let it. Its better if the art of letting go is learned early on and fast. But the memory remains. Memories remain. Everything comes to a naught, when we decide to run away from those questions.

We need to keep asking ourselves questions that keep us riveted to sanity. Questions where we attempt to delve into our reasoning. Our reasons. We need to be ruthless to an extent that even if we are at fault, we need to admit to ourselves and then find peace. It isn’t easy. As we keep going in life, it becomes all the more difficult to admit your wrong doings. Our egos slowly condition us to blame everything and everyone except us.

Salvation lies within. Like everything else.

Live, Love, Let go.

Regards,

Cerebral Z