If I had successfully wiped out those bad memories, that would leave me with good ones, then my life would be no different from fairy tales. I know fairy tales are fables: Princess never had a frog prince – Beauty never married the Beast – Snow white never got woken by a lovely kiss from a prince; maybe that’s the reason why my wish never came to reality. I’ m grateful for that.
Bad memories may be filled with tragedies (no wonder it is called bad memory) – pain it brings that seem never ending – anguish it cast to one’s mind that seem everlasting – sleepless nights that make one lose hope on the idea of later falling asleep – countless of nightmares that make one wish night never came; these are often by products of bad memories. Nevertheless, I do know of one advantage we derive from bad memories (be sure to email me if you know more. I would love to learn from you) – It makes us cherish the good memories. A good memory out of thousands of bad memories is worth more than gold to its possessor. Make others smile today and increase the number of your good memories.