Memories

Ghosts of the past that remain buried deep down inside, like a shadow of life that lingers along. Beautiful things that are captured as if on a canvas in the mind. To look back to, to learn from, to give hope in times of despair. To act as Patronuses that surround you and help you fight. Or so you can keep going back in time over and over again, and relive the same moments.

Agreed that there are distressing recollections too. But then the Dementor principle always works: Keep the good things, and filter out the sad ones. Or keep them only to remind you about what is required of you in the future.

Yes, the very best part about life. Thank God for them, for assuring us that whatever happens is being safely recorded and carried along in our backpacks.

P.S.: Thank you ghostwriter for having reminded me of this :)