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Companionship

On the way home from my parents house today, a certain station was playing song that I remember listening to when I use to work at Mervyns'. With the streets wet and the drive into Tucson I felt like I was back on a certain day in the past. I smiled thinking about that day, just simply because I remembered how happy I was that day. I think that was back in 2006 or 07 but for some reason I can remember that single day out of 2548 days.

Here I am not sitting on my couch watching movies and thinking of why that day came out, but instead I began to think of other days were I found smiles. A lot of those days was in fact a day I was hanging out with a friend or an ex girlfriend. I think sometimes I focus to much on the bad days. If I were to focus on the good days I think there would be a lot more happiness in my life. Then again the fact that I reflect on the bad prevents me from making those errors again, right. The fact is that is not true ether. When people state that we make mistakes to learn from them is not entirely true. I think the mistake has to be made more than a couple times to truly understand what is wrong. In other words practice of making the same mistake makes perfect.

Anyways, back to the companionship. I believe that it is there for so many thing. Human development, learning, speaking and general a prevent one from going insane. The fact is, as many already know, one needs another just to move forward in life. As I look back to the other companions that I had through my life, I see how important they are to me. How they have helped me become the person that I am now.

So through his blog it can be decided that the best thing one should do is keep a balance of the good and the bad memories. They both keep you in healthy spirits and help you move forward. Eventually one can see that those memories of the past are remembered by the others and they have gone to a new area. If anything a good memory can bring you to a good place and bad memory can show you the good that you do have.

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