Memories

There are many ways to define our fragile existence.
And many ways to give it meaning.
But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context.
A private assortment of images, fears, loves, regrets.
We alone choose the importance of each.
Building our own unique histories one memory at a time.
Hoping that ones we choose to remember don't betray or trap us.
For it is the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light.
The good with the evil.
This is what separates us, makes us human.
And in the end, what we must fight to hold on to.

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