Sometimes you look back and all you can think of is how much you yearn to seemingly time travel or rewind back to those happy times. It’s as if everything that had happened at any point in your past was absolutely perfect and now, your exact destination, is nothing but misery and loneliness. The memory is vague but it’s also very real. You relive it over and over again, and it starts to fill an empty space in your life that is in need of a quick solidification. The memories you relive start to actually affect your daily life. They create an obscured, foggy vision. They keep you blind. deaf. lost. They make you believe that you won’t ever deserve anything better. They fill a space they aren’t entitled to be filling. Every time you meet a new person, you see/ eat/ love/ breathe something new, you are creating life. You are filling that space. Because you are the creator of your own life. You can either sit there believing you can spend the rest of your life reliving something that is no longer yours to keep, that is no longer even real, or you can actually start making choices, start creating things, start manufacturing life by combining some raw nothingnesses of this world together. It’s hard to absolutely erase something beautiful that was once a part of you and has always been a part of you, but it’s also unfair to believe that it might ever come back again. Nothing comes back again. Especially when they’re manipulated, distorted, misleading memories of the past. They never come back again.