The most beautiful memories in life are those shared with another person, which are simple and they are memories that are inherently good, that perpetuate their essence through the timeless act of narration, that survive any tumult or change in life, any obsession with present worries. Looking at life this way, you realize that the past is still accessible, at least through memories. It has already been “lived,” but can be relived now, even so, in a different way, more passiv
