As a rose dies,
the beauty fades,
but the memory of the color,
the delight in the way it looked,
the aroma it gave off...
These things remain in our memory,
and they remain as fresh as the day the rose was fully alive.

Dreams are like that.
They fade, they disappear,
they become memories,
but they are just as strong as they once were,
and they still feel the same as they did before they became memories.
Experiences are reborn as memories,
to be replayed in our mind as a comforting lesson later on.

Memories don't have to be bitter,
unless we want them that way.
Memories can be warm, happy, and comforting,
if we want to enjoy them.
If things didn't happen the way we hoped and planned,
we can still enjoy what we once had,
and remember the way we felt back then, with a smile

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