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    Lockets

    The times when we were happy, the times when we were sad.
    The times when we were excited, the times when we were indifferent.
    These times exist, for what reason?
    Are they for regretting, for memories, or just for nothing?

    The moment we make memories, is the moment we feel alive.
    We store these memories in lockets of different kinds. Lockets hung inside our heads.
    Each accessory would have a designated key, but somehow, these keys are prone to deterioration.
    When a key deteriorates, a locket is bound to be locked for eternity.
    All the memories it contained and all the emotions it contained, all has been locked out to nothingness.
    You can never retrieve the contents of a locket whose key has deteriorated anymore, it is decided to be locked out forever.
    Eventually, the locket deteriorates away, without you even having the chance to see what’s in it.
    Gone and lost forever, you would still try to find the locket, and try to mold a new key.
    But that wouldn't work, since every locket is irreplaceable.
    You regretted all your decisions, but you know the truth.
    The truth that regretting will never turn back time.
    Moved on, you forged several new lockets, and stored new contents into each of them.
    Each containing a new memory, a new emotion. Or could it be a new memory, but the same emotion?

    Nevertheless, you stopped thinking.
    You proceeded with life, as if nothing has happened.
    You walked down the road with scattered lockets, rusted keys.
    Shattered each with every step, wearing a smile on your face.
    But for eternity, you will bear the burden of having a precious locket being lost to the world of nothingness.

    - My Personal Essay
    Last edited by Louie Acosta; 10-08-2014 at 12:21 PM.

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    This definitely makes you think, when you first mentioned keys that deteriorate then locks are left to never be unopened. I immediately thought of alzheimers patients, not sure if thats where it meant to go. But your essay is very relatable in that sense that our memories are just pieces of time locked away in our minds, some we forget, never to revisit and others we revisit often.

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