The Museum of Forgotten Memories

      When your stuck in suspended animation,you should visit the Museum of Forgotten Memories, it may not have ancient artifacts and costly paintings, but still it holds the one f*cking thing  you can't get rid of ,your memories.Every single a*shole on this earth has a museum inside their head which contains the unraveling memories of their past.They may be good,they may be bad who knows, who the fuck even cares,most of the people,they just try to soak their memeories in alcohol as well as imparing their frontal lobe but that does not matter because not everyone is that smart to keep their shit under control,but please don't say this to anyone,they'll simply respond by punching you in the face and will tell you,"Bags,don't disturb me in my natural habitat".

            So forgotten memories,those that used to be a part of us and now its completely gone hiddden in the parts of our brain that we can't recall on our own,ever wondered how you did you develop your personality from childhood,you don't even remember some very important moments which shaped your mind and its thinking process,some were good,some were bad and some were something that got embeded in our brains that we can't even forget.

Sometimes I wonder and remember those good old days of just being a small kid in this big world,we used to follow our elder siblings wherever they would go,do a lot of mischief and most of the time our elder siblings got blamed and scolding from parents.

                 HEY! Try remembering this :  You woke up at 6:30 am and it's raining outside, mom told you not to attend school today, you're under a blanket and watching rain through your window. You sit on the couch and turn on the TV, mom made you breakfast and you're watching Cartoon Network.

LIFE was so good,when we were small but the harsh reality of life is that it doesn't wait for anyone, you either move with it or get left behind. Now about the Musuem, everyday there's a new stock of memories,whatever those are good or bad,joyfull or f*cked up who cares,those memories when processed by your mind will either be something that you remember or something you forget,but for me its some kind of vortex in which I'm just trapped,I cannot escape the continuous reliasation and remembrance of  the bad memories and the sturggle to remember the good forgotten memories. 

      

"My subconsicousness is trapped inside my very own Mueseum of F*cked Memories and it screams every moment to gain freedom."

Yeah,about this I'm kind of unique and in my mind there exist the Museum of F*cked memories not Forgotten Memories, don't ask me why and definitely do not suggest me therapy,because if I go to therapy then the therapist might just reqiure a therapy after my  therapy session is finished with him

The Museum of Forgotten Memories is not simply just a collection of memories that we find hard to remember,but in reality is something that we are trapped inside of unconsciously,there are things that are truly invaluble to us but there also exists things that haunts our subconsciousness,thye museum in reality is our mind that uses both the good and bad memories to help us navigate the current time sequence and the unseen future.

        Let's just take a break from depressing memories and think about the real forgotten memories,they are like old photographs tucked away in a dusty album that holds a certain charm that evokes nostalgia and in scientific terms it releases serotonin and dopamine{the happy hormones} when you remember them.Hey a task for all you readers,after reading this open up a old dusty album of your childhood photos or old photos of your family, with your family and have a fun time remembering all those happy moments.And remember all those forgotten memories and add a new stock of memories to your museum.

    In the rush of contemporary life, we often forget the significance of our past. The museum serves as a sanctuary for those seeking solace and reflection. We find a therapeutic escape, rediscovering forgotten pieces of our own history and leaving with a renewed appreciation for its beauty.The Museum of Forgotten Memories stands as a testament to the richness of the human experience. In a world dominated by the constant pursuit of the next big thing, this sanctuary reminds us of the beauty found in the small, fleeting moments that shape our lives. As we navigate the currents of time, this museum signals us to pause, reflect, and cherish the memories that have slipped through the cracks of our busy lives. After all, it is through remembering the forgotten that we truly appreciate the value of our existence.

    This was the happy conclusion for making you happy now time for reality,visiting the museum is a good thing but only when you've got nothing else to do,not when you have a busy schedule and your  wasting time daydreaming about the good old days,wake up to reality, no one is going to wait for you,you either work hard for yourself or get fucked by the society's opinios about your life,the stock of memories that enter the musuem,its upto you to do what you want with it,but if your a sigma person,you won't let anyone else mess with your head,that's where every fucking person goes wrong and make their every good memory a bad one by thinking about it in other person's perspective and the good memories become forgotten memories and are stored in the museum.Hence the name, The Museum of Forgotten Memories.

~The Idiomatic Idiot.