I have always dared not delve too deeply into my inner past. He even deliberately tried to bury his memory and time together. That memory was like being sealed in a jar and placed in a dark and dim place. I have always felt that I can feel its existence, but I have never really understood it. I don't understand how it is so difficult for me to understand.
I seem to be able to see a lot of beauty in this past event. I also clearly understood the meaning that that time gave me, and the happiness I had never had before. Of course, I will never forget the traces it left on my soul and the mockery it made to my thinking.
The adventure of youth must be a memory that has to be forgiven even if it results in nothing. There can be no resentment or regret for the hard pursuit of the past. Wrong and right, they are all a part of ourselves that must be accepted. All we have to bear is the realization that all the memories are still in a dark corner in a jar.
When life gradually goes a long way, how can you gradually look back at the awareness of the past that has always been with you and has passed?
When life is no longer frank and moves towards deeper loneliness, maybe looking at the past that is unforgettable and no longer wanted may give you some new awareness.
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