What are the purpose of memories?
What are they supposed to make us feel?
A memory can tickle your heart as a familiar song plays.
Just the tune of the song can send your mind into the depths of another time.
A memory can pour water into the crescents of your eyes as you walk down an empty street.
The vast openness invites thoughts to come and visit, sometimes without permission.
I believe that often when a difficult memory arises, we push it away.
We swat it away like an annoying fly.
It’s as if we’re saying, “Go away. I don’t need you.”
But, have you ever stopped to wonder if that is actually true?
Don’t worry, I used to believe that way, too.
I was convinced that memories that brought pain were destructive.
I thought they only brought harm and shatter.
But, I was wrong.
If we were to imagine our thoughts as the sun and he moon,
We can say the sun represents the ‘good’ and the moon represents the ‘bad’.
The memories that bring us warmth are the bright beams from the sun.
They give you that double beat in your heart for no reason at all sometimes.
The uncomfortable memories that make us feel dismantled and broken,
The memories that feel like darkness has entirely engulfed us,
The moon may make you feel cold and alone,
Left with only this discomfort flooding your mind.
However, this is not how it should be seen.
Have you ever thought about how the moon lets the sun shine so brightly?
And, how at night, the moon has such a deep glow?
That’s the sun helping the moon shine.
The moon can’t glisten in its beauty without the sun right behind in the distance.
Rather than being ‘good’ or ‘bad’ memories,
It is rather about seeing how, together, they create something magnificent.
Those moments when your head is full of clutter, remember the moon.
Remember how that right behind the moon is the sun, helping it shimmer amongst the dark.
Your bad memories give you just as much strength and beauty as the sun.
Rather than feeling alone, remember that your sun is still right there with you, helping you.
Let your moon light the night,
Let the tears fill your eyes and run down,
But never forget the sun.
Waiting, because she knows you’ll let her shine, too.
Memories are memories.
Pain and laughter both make us glow.
You are the sun.
You are the moon.