The Memory Tree

Don't you think our memory is like a tree? The more you water it, the less it withers. It grows on you as you tend to it, and the moment you stop feeding, it dies. Reminiscing, writing, feeling, and speaking about the things of your past is like watering your memory to its roots. Some of us want to capture this fleeting moment in its physical form, so we jot down our thoughts in a journal to preserve it for another day. 

With each passing day, I realize that I forget more than I can remember. It's hard than ever to recollect and retain my past. Almost like I'm only watering the parts of the tree that matters to me. The rest remains parched and withered. Perhaps, the soil that holds my tree together is slowly being washed away.