We can look into a memory, and see it as if it's right in front of our face, a vision even! These great memories lock themselves within us, and we remember.
It felt welcomed, it felt bright, if felt real, but no matter, these are our dearest memories. They say "we must look to the now, and focus by moment", but I still miss those amazing memories that I cannot forget, only a perfect me could shut down my human nature.
I weep; but because one who weeps shows their living heart, neither blackened nor gold, but their humanness in one form.
It's true, we do struggle and contend versus our highs and our lows. We are human, and even God in human form hurt. We must try to understand that we can make the moment for today, if only we make ourselves available to this idea. I struggle within it, but there is hope through it. We reach ourselves to God.