Memory. Good or bad? Would a life like a goldfish and remembering only the shortest of instances, would it be so bad? Memories of the good time and the bad lost in a blink of a eye from the moment they register or a life of draging them behind you. Each day adding to your load. Weighing yoursself down little by little. Which is better you choose.


Odd topic but hey this what goes through my head time to time.