Random Thinking.

Interesting, I think, the places that our minds take us. The people places and things we remember, for what seems no apparent reason. The vivid and faded memories of the past and the people and places in them. The tattered and torn, then new and shiney. The things done, to us, and, us to them. The things we take pride in, and those we are not proud of. The question is this, what do these things mean? How or why, do they matter to who we are, or who we think we are? Do they make us important to anyone but ourselves, do thayt make us important to others, and if they do why, or how. There memories of things past, some painful, some pleasurable. In different situations, the things we think of, that seem to be significant, in time matter very little, even to us. Just interesting. I think.