Stars of Memories Long Forgotten
Some memories are like stars…quiet, distant, and constant. They’re there, even if we don’t notice them, twinkling somewhere within our own hidden part of the sky. After some time, some moments fade away to become background noises in the rhythm of mere life. Like stars that return when night falls, these memories come up at the most inconvenient times.
Maybe it’s a smell, aged pages of a book, the radio playing a tune you know and love, or an laugh all too familiar. And before we know it, it takes us back in time to stand in the dim light of a moment forgotten. These stars of forgotten memories can fill us with warmth as we rediscover parts of ourselves that we might have thought were lost to the wind.
It’s reassuring to believe that, as are the stars in the sky, our memories are always there, even when we cannot see them. They are wrapped into our being: silent witnesses of our growth, all those joys and battles. They are parts of us: our own constellations telling stories unknown to others.
And perhaps it is this very reason why these things feel so precious: they remind me of what makes us human, of all the versions of ourselves we have been and all the people who have shared these little, shining moments with me. Every memory, even a small one or a faint one, has its place in the night sky.
Well, there you go…to the stars, forgotten ones yet still part of us. Here’s to yesterday’s silent keepers, shreds of shinning in dark wells that keep company as we drift towards tomorrow. They remind us that we’re not ever really alone on the way.
