In memory of memories

I'm not sure if not being able to remember everything is a bad thing. I think I beg to differ.

'In life there are certain memories that last forever.' Yes I'm sure that's true. My earliest memories go back to the time my younger brother was born, along with some other faint but existent images of some other events. Since then I've taken in bits and pieces of my life and have them kept up there in my head and down here in my heart; purposefully for some, but funnily 'by accident' for others. To be even more precise, the ones I meant to remember I didn't (most of the time), and likewise for the opposite. I have been through so much (in a good way) over the years since secondary school (where the best memories are made, actually) but sometimes I just forget the things or happenings or events that contributed to making the entire experience, supposedly, memorable. In all true honesty (as overused by Madam Halilah) it isn't my purpose to forget them because I for one wouldn't want to. I don't know how my brain functions but sometimes it chooses to forget the exact memories that I should keep. But on the other hand I think forgetting, sometimes, is a good thing.

It does feel good to be 'reminded' of something again when you've 'forgotten' all about that something, something good. It kinda lets me know how blessed I was at that point in time in my life and it's like an extra reason to be grateful for. And I would always keep an open mind to the future and allow myself to adapt quickly...

Wait wait, am I even making an ounce of sense here?

Oh the things I ponder upon at one in the morning when my mind and body are so heavy with lethargy.

Now please allow me to first drift into Dreamland. Hoot hoot.