Nothing lasts forever

I've always been asking myself this question: Am I a memory? Or is the memory you? Are we nothing.. but a collection of memories? They say that a memory… is something you reconstruct depending on small fragments of recollections in your mind. They say that remembering is the same as seeing an illusion. What is existence? What If… we had stopped there, or if we'd turned the corner… What if we hadn't stumbled over pebbles, or over gotten lost, What if we'd never stopped… What if back then.. What if… what if... Innumerable small choices led me onto the read i'm on now. When I was right, and when I was wrong. I was always me. You, him, anyone, everyone… We're all right now. The sad times, the happy times, all of them are precious memories. So I pray… "Please, let these forever be precious memories… for you as well".