memories [Theme]

How awesome it was, but the time has come.

Another day of spring. If only humanity would blossom, common sense would blossom, the shoots of change would rise and ripen to fruition. I never stop believing in miracles, but in essence this is what saves me.

Don't talk about anything.

Take all these memories - even the saddest ones - and live for the future!

The worst events in our lives have this peculiarity: the last happy moments before everything collapsed are always most clearly imprinted in our memory. Seconds before impact, ice cream at a gas station before a car accident, the last swim in the sea before you returned home and learned of a fatal diagnosis. Our consciousness keeps returning us to those happy moments, night after night, asking: “Could I have changed anything? How could I be happy at such a moment? Could I have prevented what would happen if I had known in advance?”

Memory stores and regenerates memories indefinitely, and snatches moments completely randomly...

Music is a kind of magic, magic. You hear a melody and remember a certain event, moment, place and even person. You close your eyes and are carried away by your thoughts into memories and as if you have the opportunity to feel the atmosphere and emotions again. It is amazing!

In the garden of time, where moments bloom and memories take root, cultivate flowers of joy, cultivate seeds of kindness, and let the scent of gratitude float on the wind. As we tend the garden of the soul, we discover that even through the changing seasons, beauty remains.

If there are memories of happiness - next to your mother, and next to your children. This is happiness! And, of course, the stage.

While she was wondering what to answer, Andrea took her palm and placed a flower in it. It reminded her of how the poet Mario Vazzo placed a fragile flower in the palm of her mother Pina Vella. As a child, she did not understand the meaning of this gesture. Now I understand.

There are no words left from the beautiful stained glass window. The carpet of colorful and once cozy leaves has turned into a rustling old blanket. Each, even the most cautious step, turned the past life into decayed dust, which was carried away by the chilly wind of change. It was no longer possible to wrap yourself in sad memories to keep warm. The present was bursting at the seams.

Your fear, once experienced, will emerge even stronger in the depths of your brain when you close your eyes.

Every thing. Every place. Give each person your deepest respect. Thank you,

Every thing. Every place. Give each person your deepest respect. Thank you,