In the end, all we have left, are our memories. The pages of our stories are never erased though their ink may fade. 


We may lose the ability to recall them over time but they are forever etched onto the papyrus of our mind. 


Those moments were beautiful, those moments were precious. In those moments we lived because we are alive. 


We shined even when we felt dull, we excelled where we thought we failed. 


Moving forward requires reflection so that we can see how far we’ve come in the journey to how far we’re supposed to be.