10/03/2016. ~publishing date.
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I could feel the warmth of the sunrise on my eyes as they flickered open. It was so beautiful, the sunrise.. The colors, the blends, the beauty it beheld.. It was extra ordinary despite the fact that it happens every morning.
I got out of bed and walked slowly to the balcony admiring the view. It wasn't sea front but it was more than enough. I practically stood on the balcony for a good 15 minutes absorbing the view. It was too good to last forever. I said my short version of the serenity prayer,
"Dear god, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
Turning back into the bedroom, I gazed at my collection of books in my bookshelf. I'm not an addict but I find solace in reading, though a little less than I find in dancing. I couldn't help but look at the box in the bottom shelf. This was my 'Treasure of Memories' box. It brings along memories of happiness along with memories of pain. I've tried to keep my hands off them for as long as I can but now, it seems impossible to resist this urge anymore. I finally give in to my childish demands. I reason that I have an off today and so I don't need to get to work and therefore I have a lot of time on hand. I grab a cup of coffee before I place the box on the floor and sit beside it, contemplating whether to open it or not. For sure it will bring happiness but I'm not sure if I can handle the pain. I tell myself that I've got to do this! With my heart pounding in my chest I open the lid and stare at the contents in the box.
"People come and go, moments pass by as time does but those who really matter, imprint their existence in our minds in the form of memories. Memories which you cannot forget, memories which you cannot erase, no matter how much pain they bring you," I read out loud from a paper stuck to the inside flap of the box. I pick up the contents one by one gazing intently at them as a tear escapes my left eye while all the memories come flooding in.
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