Memories

What a strange thing: memories. They reach for us from such a great expanse. They are the only thing that tells us an event really happened. We may look at photos, we may watch a home video, hell me might be sharing them with family or those who were with us when the event happened. But photos can deceive, movie's degrade, people forget or pass on.
So what are we left with that tells us something happened? The memory. But how can we relay on the truth of our memories? We can't. Only you, yourself and your memory, can confirm that the memory did exist. But if the only alibi to the memory, is the memory itself, then what? What do we do?
Enjoy. Simply enjoy. For I believe it better to remember, whether it happened or not. Really, you are the only one who can recreate this.
So when life is grim and the shades of pain slip in through our dreams, remember. Hold tight, ride the wave, carry the tune....because whether or not the event or existence of something really happened, only you can revive it. Revive the memory...

"When those who knew him descend into shadow, he himself will fade from the pages of time."