My readers, I will be honest with you. It's been a long day. It's actually been a long couple of weeks. I just got home from work. I jumped out of my exercise clothes and got into my PJs. I quickly scarfed down some dinner and I ran to my laptop. I haven't entered in my journal tonight because something came into my head while I was driving home from work, and I need to get it out. I need to write about, talk about, ponder it and brainstorm around it. I know writers out there can relate to the feeling of being inspired, or confused or challenged, and just want to write it out.

And that is what I am going to do.

My question to the Universe, and my question to you is, when does something become a memory?

By something I mean anything. Anything and everything.

If I asked you when you stopped playing with Barbies or the last time you went to the playground or your last driving hour before you got your license, chances are you wouldn't be able to tell me when it went from an everyday activity, a normal part of life, to a memory. Something of the past that is no longer relevant.

What is the exact driving force that pushes something to become a memory? How come we never realize it?

The reason this has been on mind is that for the past couple of weeks I feel like I have physically and mentally noticed the feeling of something transitioning from an everyday activity to a memory.

And with that being said, I don't know exactly how I should feel about it. I don't know if it feels relieving, or if it feels like grieving. I can't even tell if it feels like a memory yet. But I notice the absence.

I know on this Earth of billions of people that I can't be the only who has noticed this feeling. But I think I am leaving this as some food for thought for all of you, think back to your past and try to remember when you noticed something that became a memory.

Memories are beautiful things. They are the only things we have left, sometimes of a person or a time period, something we loved to do or a place we used to go. But the moral of this article is to be thankful for your memories. Even though we might not be able to keep them alive forever, while you feel the distance growing, hold on to the good stuff: the thoughts that make you smile and warm your heart.

If you can think of something right now and notice the feeling, or maybe next time something starts to slip away, be aware of the feeling and remember to hold on to the memories. Because someday you might not realize when something starts to slip.