Worthy

Round and Round and Round.
There's absolutely nothing better than a trip down the memory lane is there?
No really, I mean it.

You can start off with the most innocent object that can possibly exist on the surface of this planet. Take for example... a totally unrelated object, the epitome of neutrality, a ball. Any ball will do. You notice its shape, which is predictably, hopefully, round. Round, as in like, circles, as in like, circle from friends, as in like, friendship, as in like, relationships, as in like bad experiences with relationships... Anyway, I'm sure you get what I mean. Before you know it, KABAM, you're hit in the face with something you thought you'd buried deep enough for it to be melted inside that jumbled mess of a box marked "Subconciousness". Even better, it would've eventually leaked into the "Forgotten" hole. But no, it was not to be so easily scrapped.

At times you think to yourself, what if, just what if, I never took trips down the memory lane. Certainly, life would be much more productive, so much time would be saved from having to think about the evitable and unchangeable past, chores would get done much quicker, people would NOT linger in pouring rain and acting all sentimental about useless objects. We'd be more focused on the future, probably abit happier too. Hell, we know we buried those things deep inside our mental junk for a reason.

But without those unplanned incursions into the depth of our conciousness, many many hours of entertainment would most certainly be lost. Sitting there, alone at the bus stop or waiting patiently for the train arriving in 29 minutes, how many people unconciously drift into memory, with a sweet, blank smile on their face. People dub it as nostalgia, people write about it, sing about it, even paint it. Da vinci's Mona Lisa is a typical example of nostalgia gone famous. Broken dreams, shattered ambitions, lost loves, obliterated lives, they all seem to install themselves into our memory and root themselves more firmly than anything else. Even the answers to the next maths examination.

At the end of the day, perhaps we are all better off as we consume our dinners while thinking back to some delicious gourmet meal that had long since lost its taste on our tongues, or listening to the distant albeit loud thud thud thud of our neighbours music while reminiscing on the haunting piano tune some faceless lover used to play. It keeps us happy and gives us something to remember our lives as being worthwhile lived.

- Blood