I choose to dwell in beautiful, tragic memories. Because behind every memory, there is an associated regret. Because in every memory, however beautiful they may be, are bundled with doubt. Two contrasting qualities locking horns, vying for our consciousness. What's sad however, is we usually choose to fall back on the negative zone, uttering auspicious affirmations to ourselves. Why bother at all, if you’re just a butterfly landing on a fly trap? We’ve always started at the top of the rainbow all along yet, we choose to slide away from the *** of gold and into the boiling cauldron. What made us so uncomfortable and squeamish about the thought of lying on a bed of tulips? No matter how intricate and deliberate our thoughts can get, it will always boil down to two choices, the fair or the ugly. I don’t know about you, but I think my choice is clear. You see, our memories are only dull and hurtful, because we choose to see it that way. That unwelcomed memory is just a *** of gold enveloped in a tar of pessimism, it’s only like that if you keep it that way.