Omnia mea mecum porto

We never leave anything behind. What we have we carry with us: past memories, feelings, dreams. They are just kept in some far corners of our souls or in a suitcase without handles - a burden that we are doomed to bare throughout the life. We are actually haunted by the phanthoms of the past: wherever you go, whatever you do... You have a walk in the evening and occasionally drop in a district of your childhood, come across a long-forgotten postcard that used to be precious a couple of years ago, hear an "omg-that-very-song" on the radio or, as for me the strongest one, catch the scent of so familiar perfumes that evoke feeling from the deepest depth of your heart. And here you are facing the shades of the past, trying to withstand this enormous tide of sensations crashing onto you. You can't stop it: there's no pause button or fire escape, you can't get away, running is useless - you are trapped looking straight into the eyes of a huge uncontrollable creature called "MEMORIES". I'm not saying it's bad or harmful. It's just a part and parcel of our life and I find it stupid to deny that we still remember, still feel certain things, even if not so vividly anymore. We may find a new job, make new friends, get married, have children - "move further" as they love to say, but it has nothing to do with our previous occupations, girls and boys we used to like, loves we used to have - in one word, with THE PAST which will always be there, waiting for a right moment to remind you of its presence. And, by the way, in contrast to people, memories will indeed "stay with you forever until the death separates us".