Good memories/feelings

[Otage]

It's quite usual that we wanna write about our broplems and sorrows, but when good things happen, we seem not to need any reason to write about them, and sometimes we even forget them more easily than our sorrows. I've noticed this on my "diary". So any good feelings/moments to share?

My good memory is about my older brother. I always thought he didn't like me or think of me. But once he wen't to a festival, where was one band playing that I liked, and he hated. So he phoned to me and let me listen their part threw phone. Sound quality was shit, but it was the thought that counted. Even brought their CD for me. Found this on my diary. Had forgotten whole thing, but reading about it brought it all back to my mind again and made me feel great

 

[MaximumT]

I agree. We often tend to forget the positive memories because we somehow take them for granted, and as you say, we don't find any reason to express them to other people. This is why we often hear people complain more than express their gratitude.
It's a good thing you brought it up because it's a thought worth thinking about. If everyone were to show their gratitude, tell people how much they appreciate them or simply tell them something positive like what a nice sweater they're wearing, then this world would be a much better place to live in. It doesn't take much to make someone happy. :heart:

 

[Otage]

I agree. We often tend to forget the positive memories because we somehow take them for granted, and as you say, we don't find any reason to express them to other people. This is why we often hear people complain more than express their gratitude.
It's a good thing you brought it up because it's a thought worth thinking about. If everyone were to show their gratitude, tell people how much they appreciate them or simply tell them something positive like what a nice sweater they're wearing, then this world would be a much better place to live in. It doesn't take much to make someone happy. :heart:

You surely made me happy! Glad that others too have seen it from this perspective.

 

[HettoreConti]

When every thought is blurred by everlasting depression and disease, is strangely difficult to see the good that has found shelter well beneath the filth. I of course have many pleasant memories and moments of joy, but they have the tendency to hide or bring alongside uninvited feelings of regret, embarrasment and loss.

We share our moments of misery not to complain, but to let others know that they're not alone in their pain. Perhaps to create a sense of community. To create empathy.

But, whatevs...

My heart beats with gladness when my mind brings fleeting scenes of the sleepless nights I once shared with my dearest cousin. We used to be so close and so alike, we could chat for hours upon hours on the phone without fear of boredom or weariness. I had both fun and solance, and for the longest, he was my moon, a place of security and understanding where I could fleet from the dangers of my abusive earth. But such place of delight turned to something cruel and bitter, too. We were merging into something dangerous and perverted, something I didn't want to be a part of, and so, after years of confidence and secrets, our once strong and loyal relationship dissolved into nothing more than memories.

Whilst I remain grateful for the beautiful experience we shared, I can't help but feel nostalgia for the things that died that day and are not meant to be ever again.

 

[jw4833]

You have made some valid points in your post in regard to the subject matter at hand. However, from a personal perspective, if you had ever read any of my previous posts, when I do write about certain tragic situations in my life, I do tend to mention some of the good memories that had taken place prior to the horrible turn of events. In all honesty, I have to say that this is what makes my situations are problem for me in so many ways because of those good memories and the substantial amount of time that was spent with this individual where there was no way that what had occurred was a sign of what was to come. In the most recent situation that I have shared with the forum, I had wrote about missing the friendship that had been established prior and this was due to the fact that the friendship was solid through out our relationship. And for me, the sadness is that due to the chain of events, this beautiful friendship that we've had will never be again due to an action that was so unnecessary.

 

[c750dt]

When I'm having a time that's good, I enjoy it. I'm not thinking to write it down, I have no reason to talk, I have no reason to seek support. However, whenever it's a moment my heart's unwell, I speak, I say every word I can, I need somebody to provide the right words, maybe somebody will come save me. It's natural. We don't cry for help in a good time; would that even make sense?

I never forget the good times. Unfortunately, when my heart is broke, memory of the good times only make the loss and sorrow feel more real. However, when the times are bad, I can shed enough tears and eventually, I'll forget why I was crying and open my eyes and see something pretty I was previously missing.

 

[tyan]

When every thought is blurred by everlasting depression and disease, is strangely difficult to see the good that has found shelter well beneath the filth. I of course have many pleasant memories and moments of joy, but they have the tendency to hide or bring alongside uninvited feelings of regret, embarrasment and loss.

We share our moments of misery not to complain, but to let others know that they're not alone in their pain. Perhaps to create a sense of community. To create empathy.

But, whatevs...

My heart beats with gladness when my mind brings fleeting scenes of the sleepless nights I once shared with my dearest cousin. We used to be so close and so alike, we could chat for hours upon hours on the phone without fear of boredom or weariness. I had both fun and solance, and for the longest, he was my moon, a place of security and understanding where I could fleet from the dangers of my abusive earth. But such place of delight turned to something cruel and bitter, too. We were merging into something dangerous and perverted, something I didn't want to be a part of, and so, after years of confidence and secrets, our once strong and loyal relationship dissolved into nothing more than memories.

Whilst I remain grateful for the beautiful experience we shared, I can't help but feel nostalgia for the things that died that day and are not meant to be ever again.

love this comment
:heart::heart::heart:

 

[bigsal]

Each person keeps in memory the happy moments.
Unfortunately our memory lives more sad moments than happy ones.
Is our unconscious who tends to prevail sad things.
Maybe because the good things we take for granted.