Memories.

We try to keep them through many resources: Polaroids, cameras, videos, photos of all kinds. Then we put them up on facebook, instagram, twitter, pinterest, tumblr, ect. Or we put them in a shoe box or something. It is almost like we are afraid of losing them; afraid of forgetting the past. Yet we shove them under the bed, stuff them in albums, and push them out of the mind. 

Why do we always try to put our memories places instead of relishing in them? 

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