Today I just asked myself the one of the hardest questions. 'What exactly is memories?', I rolled my eyes and layed there on my bed wondering what exactly IS memories. Ofcourse, any guy who passed in science could tell you its an organism's way of retaining and storing information, but to our humane way of life, what does it REALLY means?

Well .. I think memories are .. seeds. Yes, I know it might sound silly but it makes great sense to me. You store your most precious and most traumatic moments in a similar way a plant saves energy to produce its seeds. Soon you would have feelings for your memories much in the way a plant protects its to-be offsprings. Your memories are in a dormant and calm state, and it is left to germinate in the ovary, know as the mind. By a drop and flicker of one's tears, only can these seeds be released to grow in everyone else's mind. Analogous to how a seed would rapidly grow to the first drop of rain water.

"Take my seeds and plant it in the garden of Memoria,
cry for the sake of my death only can you let the seeds grow,
slowly by slowly, fold by fold can these seeds begin to grow,
And at its place, the tree of Truth is born. "

Just felt like saying that. Who knows? When my death comes perhaps these words would come of value.

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