English: Pearls Polski: Perła na muszli perłopława (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Fond memories, are like precious little pearls. Particles of sand that are built upon, layer by layer in an oysters’ shell. Oysters secrete calcium carbonate in layers around the tiny particle of sand. Layers that build a lustrous, colorful surface that can be quite breathtaking. They polish and build their pearls to be gems of amazing beauty.
Memories are quite often built the same way. We hold a little picture of what was. Perhaps one we may be very fond of, and our mind builds on that basis. Adding layer upon layer of gloss and color to those fabulous little gems. Creating a thing of great beauty and glamour. Pearls of nostalgia, are something to be examined and viewed with a patient eye. Handling them with care, polishing the surface, carefully placing them back where they can be protected. Something to be treasured and cherished. One never knows when the time will come that the original will be revisited in life.
When you come across one of these gems in your life, hold it close, welcome the feelings that accompany it. Hope that the pearl is just as lustrous, colorful, and precious as you recall. If you are lucky, the new is far superior, and much more delicately beautiful. A childhood crush that was never acted upon or pursued could very well turn out to be the love never dreamed possible.
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”