Why are memories priceless? 

They tell a story of who we’ve been all along. Perhaps also a story of what we’ve been seeking. 


A blurry vision of a destination and a journey to that destination that is so worth it. 


Many a times I have found myself finding perfection in the beauty of the present moment. I want to hold it for eternity. And then there is the next moment to behold.


The memory of all of it is sometimes where the magic is.

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