Photographs and memories
One of the foolish things I did in my life was something that I didn't do. I very seldom ever took a camera with me on a trip. I think of all the places I've been, the things I've done, and I don't have a lot of pictures to remember them by.
I've been blessed. I've been to many great places, seen many things, but not many photos go along with the memories. I've been to a bullfight in Sevilla, Spain. I've been to Rome a number of times (and fortunately I have pictures of this). I went to Moscow a few years after the Cold War ended. I've been to Germany, France, England, Holland, and all over Northern Italy. I've been to Paris twice and no pictures of any of the sights. Just memories.
Many of my friends are talking about Hawaii today. I remember the last time I was there but I don't have those pictures anymore. I thought about it today and smiled because it reminded me of better times. I don't have the photos anymore but nobody can take away the memories of that week and how much it meant to me.
I thought about that today. What my memories mean to me. They're some of the most precious things I have. Nobody owns them but me, nobody can take them away from me. I don't dwell on the past, just recall it from time to time, and smile. I've had a good life, all in all. The last eight months have been trying, to be sure, but from this I have more wisdom and knowledge than I ever thought I would. Out of adversity, I found salvation. I have a relationship with God and people that love me. As I talked about before, I know my trials in life right now are because of my actions and I can learn some lessons from them that will put me back on the right path.
I remember, too, the things that caused me to fall. I don't dwell on these, either. I have them on a "To-Do" list of sorts...what I mean by that is this: To do any of these things again will result in:________
You get the idea.
I've been blessed. I've been to many great places, seen many things, but not many photos go along with the memories. I've been to a bullfight in Sevilla, Spain. I've been to Rome a number of times (and fortunately I have pictures of this). I went to Moscow a few years after the Cold War ended. I've been to Germany, France, England, Holland, and all over Northern Italy. I've been to Paris twice and no pictures of any of the sights. Just memories.
Many of my friends are talking about Hawaii today. I remember the last time I was there but I don't have those pictures anymore. I thought about it today and smiled because it reminded me of better times. I don't have the photos anymore but nobody can take away the memories of that week and how much it meant to me.
I thought about that today. What my memories mean to me. They're some of the most precious things I have. Nobody owns them but me, nobody can take them away from me. I don't dwell on the past, just recall it from time to time, and smile. I've had a good life, all in all. The last eight months have been trying, to be sure, but from this I have more wisdom and knowledge than I ever thought I would. Out of adversity, I found salvation. I have a relationship with God and people that love me. As I talked about before, I know my trials in life right now are because of my actions and I can learn some lessons from them that will put me back on the right path.
I remember, too, the things that caused me to fall. I don't dwell on these, either. I have them on a "To-Do" list of sorts...what I mean by that is this: To do any of these things again will result in:________
You get the idea.
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