Memories: The Third of The Lively Hallows

Hey, My Friends, Jack here at SoTalks.

Today, let’s explore something that makes us who we are—something that’s shaped each of us in its own unique way: Memories, the third of the Lively Hallows, or as I like to call them, the echoes of our past.

Memories, Memories, Memories…

Think about the happiest moment of your life. When was it? Yesterday? Last week? A year ago? Or maybe even longer? Go ahead, close your eyes for 1 minute, and try to relive that moment. Can you feel it?

To me, it’s like a warm wine flowing through my veins, gently warming my soul. It’s not the same happiness I felt back then, but it’s close enough. And if you recall more moments like that, you might even get a bit drunk on nostalgia.

But not all memories bring warmth. Some can chill you to the bone, like a sudden gust of icy wind sweeping through your heart. These are the memories of loss, regret, or moments of sadness that still sting. Howver, that cold also tempers our spirits—it toughens us, teaches us resilience, and shapes us into stronger versions of ourselves.

Yet, whether they’re happy or sad, memories are essential to who we are. We’re born like blank pages, and it’s these moments that fill our story. Just like a book, we can’t write the next chapter if we forget what happened in the last one. To move forward, we need to remember where we’ve been.

Imagine this: if you’re 20 years old, you’ve already lived about 10.5 million minutes. That’s 10.5 million moments that have shaped your identity. Of course, you can’t recall them all, but you’ve created tens of thousands of memories that define your world - world that are uniquely yours, just like your dreams.

As I like to say:

“Memories and dreams are siblings—one whispers from yesterday, the other calls from tomorrow, but both guide you through today.”

And I can’t help but remember something my best friend once said:

“If life is a game, then memories are the health pickups we collect along the way.”

I couldn’t agree more. When life hits you hard, it’s those happy memories that help you get back up, heal, and keep going. I know this all too well from my own experience. So, cherish your memories, both sweet and bitter. Let them be reminders of who you are. For in the dance of yesterday’s whispers and tomorrow’s calls, you’ll find the root to live happily today.

With dreams, stories, and a little bit of magic, Jack

P.S. I just recalled the day my friend said that about memories being the health pickups—we were 16. It was a great day and a moment I’ll never forget.