Nostalgia and Memories

There's this ache in remembering; recalling what life was before the decisions we made. Remembering how free and innocent your thoughts were and how soulful the music on the radio was when it was time to dance to the tunes of a particular advert.

Memories are haunting. You want to remember, and you want to forget. You want to sieve them out accordingly; the bad, the good and the ugly. But they are not programmed like that. They are an integral and sacred part of us that reminds us of who we once were.

Suddenly, your perfectly manicured fingernails find their way to the lines you’ve used to measure your height since you were five.

An old photograph you stumble upon while cleaning out your room reminds you of the moment you refused to smile, because your slice of cake at your brother's three-year-old birthday was the smallest.

Maybe you're just an old soul who never let go of things, and that's really fine. Every vintage piece strikes a reminder of something that was, or should have been.

We don't wish we could remain in that era forever, but we cherish and hold onto the moments. Like the familiar scent of a nursing powder rubbed on our bare backs and the bases of our necks when we complain of heat rashes.

Memories are stories that can't be rewritten. They are stubborn, yes. They hurt, they heal, but they help us remember how far we have come.

You walk across the familiar street where you grew up and find a weathered poster of an aunt who would always pinch your cheek and buy you a strawberry pinpop hanging loosely on a wet pole.

In that fleeting moment, you realise how fragile life is and even more delicate how memories can be.

Hold onto pleasant memories, forgive yourself, forgive your past and above all, live in this moment, because it’s the only one that’s truly yours.