Remember.

Childhood, school, university, love and family..

Oh, how it’s all planned.

The days we should cherish.

Birthdays, festivals, holidays, successes, moments of love;

Beginnings and endings.

How meaningless.

How human, to think that some days are more than others.

When did we start defining our lives, spending time giving it structure instead of giving it life?

A collection of memories is all our really lives are.

Memories of the bright stars in the sky and wet grass on your back

of bonding and laughter with people you barely know

of carefree love, music and dancing

of sand in between your toes and the wind in your hair

of stressful nights and panicky phone calls

of falling into darkness and fear

of careless fun and adrenaline rushes

Experiences of adventure as we wander in our worlds

The movie reels that we play over and over, hoping and begging to go back

The ones abandoned in the depths, forgotten and never to be found

And the pain, anger and embarrassment, the ones we wish were forgotten

Remember the raw memories, often left behind

bursting with emotions, mistakes and life

Because just as we make them; they make us too.

Take that journal, write it down

Use that camera, capture the moment

Open your phone, share the emotions

Unlock your mind, feel what was now

And in the midst remember to simply live the others,

The ones that need no evidence,

The memories that make your heart say:

“Come on, put the camera down”

ILLICIT HYGGE