Random Access Memory

The past never seems to want to stay in the past, the memory of it always lingers in the catacombs of your mind awaiting resurrection, triggered by some innocuous happenstance. Memories of people, things and events are curious though. In your ocean of memories those of the good times seem to be muscular - dense and those of the not so good times corpulent - buoyant.

When the corpulent memories float to the top of your conscious mind they are armed with all the negative emotions; ushered in by solemn wails echoing off the walls of your mind and reverberating through your body, momentarily weakening you, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. These memories bring on the desire to pop some emotional Novocain or some freaking cymbalta (bring on the cocktail of side effects).

I sometimes wish I could surgically remove specific memories, but then this life that I have come to love would not be so rich; this life I have lived has left me with stories to tell, some happy, some sad, but all meaningful.

The past informs the future, does it; or does it torment the present and paralyse the tomorrow.