Memories sometimes ignite an everlasting flame that weaves into a golden thread, which gradually crumbles into ash, and you either forget about them like a one-time whistle or vividly cherish them like a beloved pet. Like a gust of wind, memories can blow you away, leaving you dancing to an imaginary melody.
The best moments are like tides in the ocean; they drift in and out and leave behind scattered shells of joy. Likewise, the worst moments leave marks that are painfully etched; you choose to forget them since memories are like a collection of photos. Some you keep because they spark great pleasure, others you discard because they have nothing of value.
Once in a while, memories flash through the mind, and you decide which to hold onto and those that can wander off never to seep through the brain again. Those with positive vibes are embrased; you let them blossom and grow into treasured baskets that nourish the spirit. They salve your conscience and make you feel demure. On the other hand, the negative memories are like a pinch of salt. When correctly added to a meal, the depth of flavour makes the food tasty; otherwise, when overdone, the food is ruined.
Memories are like a deck of cards. On one hand, some are painted with joy, others filled with sombre shades of sorrow, while some are stained with harsh hues of regret. Like a pack of cards, our past comes with so much to reflect upon. Going down the memory lane can be an experience that is enchanting or jarring. When you hold cards on your hands, each card brings with it a chance to alter the course of the game or to win and hence you are happy with the outcome.
Victory is rewarding in a way that is stirs up the soul. Especially when the competition is intense. It is forever cherished. Moreso, when it is you maiden game, and you get your first triumph, it normally feels so nice, igniting a firework of emotions. You savour your moment with excitement due to the thrill of conquest.
You want to fight on and prove that from an 'ant' you can add 'gi' and rise to a 'giant'. Your brain a taut bow that ready to the flex for the next level. "You are strung with determination", you mind whispers. You trod the paths that made sense subconsiously or consciously and the outcome was a win.
At the end of the day you need to approach each hurdle like a seasoned athlete. Prepared for a knack of success strings. As much as the journey may be filled with jagged glasses and bleeding soles, you surge on. When you win it will belong to everyone. A win makes you a champion. And champions are beacons that unite us.
