A Good Thing

It's strange how memories can creep up on you. You consciously do your best to put them behind, shove them far in the past, and for a while there you actually do start to forget and move on, so you don't have to pretend as much that a small part of you isn't still living back there. And just like that, for whatever reason a thought is triggered and all of a sudden its crashing over you like a huge tidal wave, and you realize you really hadn't forgotten as much as you had originally thought, or would have liked to believe. It really does take a while when emotions are involved, more so than we plan on. I guess we underestimate how much time to give ourselves to move on because we don't realize the impact some things have on us, even if it was for just a short period of time. So maybe rather than forcing the memories away, we should accept them. Accept that maybe there is a little bit of you still left in that time. And realize that's okay. Realize even so, you move on further and further from the past everyday, but that doesn't mean you can't take a little bit of it with you everywhere you go. And that maybe that's a good thing.