Getting Rid of All the Memories

So, today my family had to start getting rid of all the toys that we played with when we were younger. We don’t have to get rid of all of them, just half. But it’s hard. Do my parents expect me to get rid of half of my memories? Each and every little toy reminds me of a day when I was younger when I was happy, when I had no worries whatsoever. Once I get rid of them, I won’t be able to remember so clearly anymore. I might forget it altogether.

I don’t want to forget any of the memories I had when I was younger. Good or bad, they are my life. They make up every piece of what I was, what I am, and what I will be. How could I – how dare I – even think about getting rid of them? Every book, every toy, every poster, every story, and every small thing I have to get rid of is part of my life.

To quote Momiji from Fruits Basket, “But I think… I want to live with all my memories. Even if they’re bad memories. Even if they’re memories that only hurt me… that I’d rather forget. If I keep them and keep trying, without running away, then someday I’ll be strong enough that those memories can’t defeat me. I believe that because I want to think that there’s no such thing as a memory that’s ok to forget.”

Those horrible memories that made me want to hurt myself long ago only make me stronger now. The fact that I was able to withstand the torture makes me worthier than all those others who gave up. Anyone, everyone, whoever is able to withstand the hurting is someone strong.

When we cry, we are brave. Not everyone is able to shed tears. Some people think that being emotionless is better than breaking down. No. NO. The people who cry, the people who scream, the people who have their hearts broken, the people who die over and over again are brave.

We, we are more human than the rest.

If you think that crying is weak, if you think that the smallest things are useless, you are wrong. We are strong. We are brave. And we are true to our emotions.

Faking emotions is so much worse than crying in public. Faking happiness is wrong.

Be true to yourself, and be strong.

So much for a happy ending.

Let’s face it, life is not full of happy endings. And we shouldn’t expect that.

There are three things I hate that some people think:

#1: They believe that there will always be a happy ending, no matter what, blah blah blah.
#2: They believe that there’s nothing bad happening after there is a happy ending. Hello? This is the real world. Happy endings are actual endings.
#3: When people believe there are absolutely no happy things in the world because there has been nothing good happening to them.

Let me get this straight. Yes, there are bad things happening in the world. Yes, we will suffer. Yes, we will be hurt by our close friends and people we don’t even know. But that doesn’t mean the world is full of hate.
Happy endings may not always happen. But happy things do. Small things can still be good, and make people happy. You don’t need to save a child from being run over by a car, or find a cure for cancer to make people happy.
Horrible things happen over and over again. But it’s okay. You know, ’cause “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” But we can stick through all this.

Maybe I’ve expressed my feelings about happy endings in the wrong way in this post. But I hope you understand.
I hope you can have a happy ending, though.