What is a memory?
By definition, it is the factuality by which the mind stores and remembers information. Though, is that all a memory truly is? Just a definition? Just something that helps us recollect something from the past, and nothing more? I feel a memory is almost a part of one's true self. To have something truly yours, is your memory. Even if the memory is of someone or something else, this memory is yours.
You know what's sad about a memory?
You can never touch it.
Your mind is vast and incredible. So much can be processed while you are not even conscious. Those memories that people have can be good, bad or even funny. Something you can never forget, and even if you do forget… somewhere down the line of your life, something may remind you of your past, allowing you to remember those memories once again. It has always been a dream of mine to be able to remember those memories…
Some memories you have are so beautiful, but yet they slowly fade away into your sub conscious, until its very entity is slowly erased from your mind forever… no longer having that beautiful memory you once remembered... You once experienced... Memories are almost like dream… A dream where anything is possible.
Your imagination grows from this stem of creativity, slowly sprouting into this magnificent world of opportunity. A world where no one can hurt you, a world where you can jump off a cliff, and fly like an eagle, reaching far greater feats then anyone has ever done in a life time. A dream. A memory. There is no difference to me as to which I think of in my mind first. They are both truly incredible…
Maybe one day, my dream will come true. Maybe, I'll be able to hold a memory. Hold it in the palms of my hands… If a dream allows me to do anything I want, and become what I want… Why can't I here? One day, I'll be able to remember my past… I'll be able to reach out and grab the memories I want to remember again…
As the boy wrote in his leather journal, he sat beneath a tree, surrounded by grassy hills and patches. The warm summer wind blew in from the west, making the boy lose concentration as his blond hair was blown in front of his eyes. He brushed it away from his face quickly, blowing away the remanding hairs with his mouth, and began to write again.
This world is full of magic and opportunity… There should be no reason to why I can't learn to do this…
He chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head. He begun to write once more with his black inked feather into his leather journal.
You never know. Maybe I can learn it from a wizard! There's a unique magic for everybody… Maybe a wizard can help me unlock my true potential. It might not be what I expect, but who knows. What If I become a wizard? Do you already have to have a magic, do you have to be born with it? So many questions with so little time… Maybe in my future, I'll become a wizard… Who knows, maybe even join Fairy Tail while I'm at it!
A cheekish grin formed on the boys lips, shaking his head once again as he shut his leather journal. He looked up towards the blue sky with no cloud in sight. He let his thoughts ponder throughout his head, biting his bottom lip as a nervous habit.
"There's always something unique about someone…I guess It's just finding out what that unique thing is…"
He lay down beneath the shaded tree, looking up towards the sky again. His long blond hair blew slightly from the winds passing.
"What really is a memory…?"
That was more of a tease then a chapter... I haven't been around lately, and I'm trying to get my muse for writing again. I will end up updating my other stories soon. This is just a start to a longer story. I just wanted to post something. Chapter two may end up coming very soon, only because this was so short/tease.
Thank you.