The Memories Of The Past Mga Nobela at Kwento

The past always walks behind a person. The past is always ready to replace the present and the future. The past is too strong and demands everything from a person. And sometimes, people just give up on the future for the sake of always remembering. Memory plays very important role in a person's destiny. Every object, every street of the city and music, everything around is a reflection of memory. Every detail of this world holds the memory of every human being. Just look at the tree, which seems to be very ordinary, but it may be that someone is associated with this tree almost his entire life. Or look at a house, a book, a letter, a painting, and you realize that someone has left his or her

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

She stated still waiting on more. "Something happened to us years ago where you die every lifetime and come back as the same girl but different. I have to find you every 30 or so years and try to get you to remember me. It usually works when we see eachother and sometimes you remember when we kiss for the first time." My voice pleaded with her to try and understand that this was not easy to talk about. "So you are telling me I am an immortal that just keeps coming back every 30 years or so and just what....dies every single time because I'm cursed or something?" her voice was so angry at this point. I couldn't keep a lid on it much longer.

He explained to me that I smiled. “I know it’s hard to move on, and it’s not easy to do. This is the most difficult part of human life, moving on about the past and about the incidents that have been long overdue and long overdue for both sides. Moving on from the past is the hardest past, especially when your reason why you didn’t move on is because you still keep those memories that you were together. Hearing, capturing and reminiscing the past can hurt you inside, can hurt you mentally and can hurt yourself emotionally… ”He started to tell me a story. I keep looking at his direction and listening to his advices.

Xander demystified. If he observed clearly, he would have noticed the fear in my eyes which I quickly hid with my usual coldness. "Okay!" I breathed. "That's not at all scary," I added with evident sarcasm. "Now, how is it going to work?" I asked. "We believe that the cerebrum stores all the memories. Only that the recent past and the present ones are much stronger than the ones for the long past which we are going to try and find then the machine will record them."

“Why not?” “I … I can’t remember anything.” Her eyes fell to the ground. It’s not that she couldn’t remember, it’s just … she didn’t want to remember anything about it. Her dark past had been haunting her, chasing her wherever she went. She was scared. Her fear would consume her and bring back all the trauma. Her entire life she had avoided recalling every bit of memory from her parents. And she’s fine with little or nothing to remember at all. “Wait.” Estevan opened his backpack and, later on, pulled out a notepad. “I’ve read a book before—back in my country and took some notes out of it. Here,” he said, pointing at a page. “It’s called Meditation Memory Recall.”

Compared to other kids his age, Golden wasn't exactly normal because he belonged to a rare group of people that can retain memories from before they were born, in other words, memories of their past lives. In fact, Golden barely qualified as a member of that group because compared to others with the same condition, he remembered only a little bit, while the others retained the memories of all their past lives or almost all of it. Furthermore, his inherited knowledge of his past life was mostly miscellaneous, not very useful.

he reminisced. “You still remember what happened?” He looked down, “I try not to … but sometimes it comes in bits and pieces like flashes of images and if I’m not careful I could get sucked into it and relive it all over again.” “Wow … that was a long time ago, can you still remember it in detail?” He rubbed his eyes and tried to erase the images that were creeping into his mind. “I’m sorry … let’s talk about something else, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories … is it true that you have a photographic memory?”

He said hoarsely with a voice that contained anger. I nodded my head. “I'm sure that they already retained their memories just like ours. Since the Lord God won't do something unfair treatment. I'm sure that if we ever retained our memories back, it would also be the same with Patrick and Marva. However, those people who died in the past because of the war, don't need to retain their memories since they got their life back in this life, while those who were alive in that time—which are less than a hundred, will also continue to live until the end even if there would be any war that would happen in this life. Am I right, dear?”