It is our soul's filing clerk who ultimately makes the decision on where these treasures get stored. Yet one thing is for certain, they are never lost and NEVER gone. Although...
Unless their laughter is heard and unless their flowers are watered from the tears summoned forth by sharing one of them, memories become forgotten.
The reader is no doubt familiar with the famous quote from Alfred Lord Tennyson (stuffy Old British Name yeah?), "tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” Whether one believes this quote to be true or not ultimately depends on which type of memories dominate one's recollection of such experience. (See Kahneman's work on "Memory").
If one's recollection is dominated by memories filled with joy that heavily outweigh and outnumber the memories filled pain, this quote, "tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” rings true. However, if one is pained by the permanence of what no longer is with a far greater magnitude than the joy which it's experience left behind, one might doubt the validity of such quote. For those who cannot fathom the depth of such pain; I would explain this way:
When "nothing" is there to begin with,
there is no space of what once was
(because it has not yet been created).
There is no lack there-of, no void.
However, once something exists and its existence grows to encompass space and time AND that space and time grows into experiences; there are seeds planted into hearts. These seeds are what ultimately materialize into: Memories. When that thing that made them is no longer (that love, that relationship, that friendship, that loved one) it's absence, can be worse. It becomes too difficult face the sweet residue of what isn't. For one to face, that other life that once was; to be left to ponder the maddening existence of
I wish to howl to the reader, "You are lucky to be gazing your eyes on such treasures!"
"But I have accepted my disposition as one who helps others read the treasure
maps written in their souls."
In order to do so, one must first be willing to accept that there is indeed treasure to be found. One cannot hunt for treasure it does not believe exists. And the only way one might believe that such treasures exists in their own soul is to actually see the treasure in the soul of another.
*Behold, these these gems are priceless artifacts:
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