Thanks For The Memories

A very wise man said, writing is not to impress, or to draw adulations,to extract praise, or to tell yourself that indeed, you are a damn good one writer.I listened and I realized that he is right, writing is for oneself, for those lonely nights that strikes without notice,it is remembering fragments of my imaginations, tying up loose ends that breaks, when a relatioship ends, dies, or just goes away.It is

putting to words, thoughts and bits of pieces that you do not want to forget, It is remembering the past, the present and what ever the future holds.



My new friend tells me that my letters are welcomed, they are real and soothing,and whether he is telling the truth or not, I will beleive it, real, because I write from my heart and my soul, soothing, because, I always look at the brighter side of life,no use looking back at what is painful and cannot be mended, what is done, is done, and the best thing to do is to learn the lessons, move on, and look the other way.



So start writing my dear readers, not for me, not for the web, not for the money, but for yourself. When you are old and grey, and sunsets are no longer that breathtaking, turn into your letters, your journals and your poems, and feel the past, come back to life, the memories alive and real, the love ones, moving and talking, smiling and  telling you... Thanks For The Memories, Bing!!!

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Mitos Teves's picture

like this Bing, you wrote it, now start following your own advice ... never let anything in your life diminish the splendor ,the beauty of sunset! like in the movie" Splendor in the Grass".... though nothing can bring back the glory of the flower, or the hour of splendor in the grass, grieve not rather find strength in what remains behind ! touche !!!