Sometimes I wonder why I cling onto the bits and pieces of daily life, and the stories and the people I encounter.
I keep instructing my brain to remember a line from a book, a conversation, a scenery, a tiny detail that would probably never mean anything.
"The richness of life lies in the memories we have forgotten," says a graffiti written on a desk in a class room. Does it, I wonder? If we don't know what we've lost, we'll never know how much we should or might have had.
Despite this, and as much as possible still, I try to remember.
*from Memories by Panic! At The Disco
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