Of Daffodils n Nostalgia...

"For oft when on my couch i lie,

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye,

Which is the bliss of solitude....."

These are probably the only few lines of poetry ive remembered over the years, inspite of being made to commit a considerable bit of it to memory.... for reasons i cant explain, these words always had some effect on me... im not a person given in to too much of reminiscing... but there are times that ur mind does get into the flashback mode... :D

Sometimes, thinking back aint such a good idea after all... thoughts are strung together... the good thoughts inevitably instrumental in invoking a few bad ones... depressing thought, that... i think sometimes, God in his infinite wisdom, granted man the gift of forgetting... if not for that, we would not be able to be polite to people who hurt us in the past ; to "let time heal" ; to look forward to new beginnings, leaving behind the unhappy endings ; to let bygones be bygones.... truly, a bad memory is a blessing in disguise! ;)

But thinking back, is not always a self-assigned task... just as the daffodils chose to flash upon Wordsworth's inward eye, there are images of the past that choose to make an appearance on our mind's screen, when we least expect them to... sometimes yes, they help u smile; offer a moment's comfort in an uneasy situation; help u tide over difficulties... so yes, it has its plus-points too... all said and done, wat is life without memories???