How many days of beauty? How many sunsets have my eyes gazed upon? How many warm embraces, smiles, kind words, victories and excitements? Yet they all fade into approximation. The approximation that shapes the man I am now. Alongside the hurtful moments, that I may or may not have learned something from. If our memory was perfect, if we would be able to recall all the joys laid in our paths so far, would we live in perpetual bliss? Or would we not even try to live another day.
