Happiness In Memories.

What is it that makes us happy?

What is it that sends us back to our childhood memories when the world was innocent?
When we would blow bubbles or sit in the grass and pick flowers? Watch cartoons?

What is it about a movie that soothes our soul with laughter? Is it that sense of hope that overwhelms our souls that makes us just feel good?

What is it about dipping a cookie in an ice cold glass of milk that makes us smile? Getting the tips of our fingers just underneath the surface or when part of the cookie breaks off and sinks to the bottom?

What is it about heating something up in the microwave just because were to lazy to cook it in the oven like the directions read? It never tastes as good, but for some reason...we keep doing it.

What is so special about some of our memories, that no matter what, they are burned to the back of our minds like they were branded with a hot iron? Is it our lack of actually wanting to let go?

With some memories all you can do is think back and realize and wonder. "How did that last?", "How did that happen? Our minds were different. Worlds not the same." Why is it that we keep those intimate things that were once so close to our hearts that do nothing but give us that constant reminder? Why is it that we play a song over and over again until it's the only thing we can dream, think, and hum for the next two days; only because it reminds us how happy or how miserable we were the first time we heard it and actually payed attention to it. Again is it a lack of wanting to let go. To seperate ourselves from our past?

Some memories we find ourselves longing for. Wishing for that moment again. Those are the ones where we daydream for hours reminicing on the sights around us, smells, and tastes.

Our fondest memories settle deep in our chest and hang heavy on our hearts. Do we hold on to them for the fear of forgetting? Or is it because they are what really make us happy?