Reflection of a tree on the surface of the pond at Sentul Park.
Memories are like coins in a jar. The last to go in can easily be retrieved, the first an impossibility until the ones that went in before are taken out. Even then, the first coin would have lost its shine, tarnished by time. Likewise, memories fade as the years go by. I vaguely remember events from forty years ago. The book of my past is falling apart. I am afraid that they may be lost if I do not write them down now.
It is not for posterity that I want to have them recorded. One day, when my memory fails me, it would be nice to be able to read about the time when I could walk, run, climb and do everything with the faculties I had the day I was born. Those activities of yore are fading away slowly but surely. The gaps between the stages of my life are getting wider. Silverfishes are nibbling, acid is devouring, sand in the timer is slowly trickling down.
There is no way I can fill up those gaps anymore. I have to accept that they are gone forever. Those crumbling pages I can still attempt to salvage. They may not be complete but they will be the fibers that hold together my past to give it a semblance of who I used to be. If it pleases you, do join me on these little trips down memory lane before they are consumed into nothingness by time. These entries are in the Matters of the Heart category or tagged under childhood memories.