All I Need to Get Over “Remembrance”

Remembrance, never let go of what you flop to hold. There is always something in the junction of the memory that walks with you. But then there is a saying about it too, “It gets faded with the moving time.”

How true is this? Well, many would count it in great numbers but fewer have the understanding of knowing what brutality lay within the passage of spell. We are anticipated to make our destiny and calculate fate, so that we have an embodiment of what we have lived for and lived so far to give our life a new meaning but hardly we come athwart to the existence of veracity which speaks of us in all magnitudes and glory.

Is just our life tagged with the few vowels and consonants in this one word that would always talk about our past, calculate our present and let us struggle for our future? or there is something more, that waits on the ends of glorifying and bon vent of the ventures. “Remembrance” is a tough word and cannot be calculated logically. It’s just not the stored moments but the series of flashbacks that relates to the lives we lived. Had you ever traced that one moment, if yes, certainly the chains of differences, acquisitions and accumulations have followed.

I know it’s never easy to hold them. It flies by, flows by like those minutes and seconds of time and those part of stream from the slippery stones. Had it been easy to hold back, had it been quick to stay with them, wished slightly quick to grasp by, but then nothing turns out. It never looks back to comfort you but moves on with some more dashes and grades, making you realize the embarked journey.