Forgotten Memories

While watching "the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" ..I was thinking (maybe due to the very plot of the film) ..That there are indeed memories in all of us that were the sweetest when they happened but are painful when recollected. There are memories which were true when they happened and their beauty lay in the moment they happened ..but when u look upon them they only disgust u at the fact that taken in some other time and context they lose their lustre and become dirty and artificial.
We all have such memories ..and mind u not all of them are romantic.
These are memories that make it difficult for u to break off ..to cut urself and decide on a future which u want free of past prejudices. Memories make it difficult ..but these memories are the easiest to overcome because of their very nature. They may have been pleasant but lookin at hindsight they become a part of a larger fakeness . Their whole artificiality aids in their ease of being forgotten.
When they replay they are seen thru todays lenses and they lose their genuineness. Gradually and surely the mind accepts them as not truth but illusions that spun u around when they happened. But ultimately were illusions which you had so innocently believed.
We all hide such memories in our bosoms . The longer we live such memories become lesser and lesser..as we become more and more cynical.
We become confidant that being rooted in ugly reality is better than taking flight in falsified atmosphere. We become confidant that the higher we fly , the harder we fall. We lose faith in magic and become mundane. We give up our magic at the altar of these memories. We fail to feel the pain sorrow and happiness of these forgotten memories.
We transform these beautiful things into ugly truth and these also transform us in a way we dont want to admit. A part of us ..be it minute is swallowed and digested by these memories . The more these memories the more of us they eat and rot. We of course allow this because the part they eat is a part that we do not love . Its a part that was loved and cherished once but now has become old and dying . Its a part that gave u ecstasy once ..now an useless piece of splinter in your eyes.
The beauty only lay in our admittance that they were the loveliest things that happened to us when they had happened and although they have wrinkled grown ugly and become rotten and stinking ..they were beautiful once in time and space.
Our forgotten memories!