Life; it is a thing people take for granted.
We live our dailies lives in blissful ignorance to all that is happening around us as it is unimportant.
We breathe, eat, play, work.
And we make memories, many of which are ingrained into ourselves.
I for a long time have made it a habit, to think about things.
What I did in the past, what I will do in the future.
What was right, what was wrong.
How i can change, what i should not change.
All of which may seem irrelevant, but it means a lot to look at the small things in life.
To make new memories, important and unimportant.
all things big or small, happy or sad.
I feel that simply living, doing the same old mundane routine is not living.
No it is not, rather making memories is living.
One truly feels alive when they do something that is memorable.
What would life be, besides a simple Tale of Memories?