Sometimes my mind betrays me and decides to fill me up with memories of past moments. Moments I decided to bury deep inside myself. “Why does this happen?” and “What benefit does it bring?” One cannot help but wonder.
I am flooded with sweet memories, ones I decided to forget for various reasons. I feel happiness for a brief moment and sadness for the rest of the day. However, I know there is a purpose for it. The way I see it, this happens because it is a part of a mechanism to help me heal and move on. To take a glimpse of the past, reconcile with it, appreciate it, learn from it, you can even love it, but then keep moving forward. One must be vigilant as not to delve deep into their memories, be sad all the time, and therefore lose their present and future. Just take a look at it, learn from it, and move on.
“Indeed”, even this very word brings back heart aching memories, none the less I am using it because it serves its purpose now just the way it served it before in a different context. Indeed, on my transition journey, and after being in my Riyadh for the past year and a half, I feel Nostalgic. I allow myself to remember but not to become a hostage of my own memories. I remember, I smile, and I move on.