The notion of memory and nostalgia is one that I like to revisit occasionally. Often marked with feelings of ‘saudade’ or profound melancholic longing, reminiscing about the past can be painful. However, I found, that there is a certain degree of peace when it comes to moments that have passed, especially those that we look back on fondly. It is almost as if memories dynamically live on as their own entity. But as time changes, memories do not. They continue to exist since conception, regardless of whatever succeeds. In other words, there may be different versions of a recollection depending on the nature of the content (whether positive or negative), changed perception of the beholder, or gradual fading due to time. However, the original inception of a memory remains untouched - nothing can truly change it unless time is reversed, of course.

Memories are inherently unwavering unlike human sentiment, and they can provide a sense of steadiness and foundation as they exist, almost set in stone, like a metaphorical engraving, eroded only by the weathering powers of time. But even then, when certain moments seem to slip through the same fingers that constantly reach out for the ever elusive future, remnants of the past continue to bring peace and solace.