Counting the Stars

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A dream so vivid when I woke up seems now so far away. How does a memory fade so easily? A voice, a touch, a smile… It all gets blurry so fast. You can try grabbing the moment, holding it closely in your arms and cherish it, but it will slip through your fingers, stretch its wings and fly away when you don’t pay attention for a second. That’s what moments do. They don’t last an eternity. They’re meant to leave.

Instead of convulsively clinging on faded memories you should better focus on the present and cease the day. If you’re lucky your brain won’t delete the whole memory afterwards and if you’re not so lucky… Well, at least you’ve been happy for a while. That’s all what counts at the end anyway: being happy and living your life as you want. You might even end up changing someone else’s life for the good. Or for the bad if you prefer being a bad guy, I don’t judge.

Just remember to be happy. No regrets, never forget and smile. A smile smoothens the pain of living. It persuades better than the threat of violence. Your opponents will shiver and your admirers will faint. There’s nothing more deceptive than a meant smile.

But even the memory of a smile fades. If you want to remember the curling lips and the sparkle in the eyes, you better capture them in a photograph. Unlike memories, photographs are eternal.

Maybe that’s why I like my camera so much? It has captured forgotten memories of days gone by. It reminds me of how everything used to be before…. Sigh.

I wish I could turn back time.

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