Memories

I have a lot of time to think as I commute to school each day. I use this time to ponder life and the complexities of it, quite often. Earlier this week I got caught up in memories of my childhood. It made me proud of how blessed I was as a child with such a loving family. However, it broke my heart that some of the most amazing times of my life, all I have left is memories. Small blips stuck in my head that I can never fully share with another individual the way I initially experienced them. It is like having a jar full of memories that you must enjoy them through, but as you age the jar gets harder to view. This is hard for me to deal with; memories are all I have left of so much. There are so many things that can never be again, no matter how much I would try.