Human musing

I’ve been thinking the past several days about how many good memories I have from my past, even in the worst of times with my family.  I do not think this is unique either.  I find it interesting how the bad things in life seem so big when they happen.  How your life seems to revolve around them at that moment, as if it will never pass.  Yet frequently when we look back at our lives, we remember primarily the good things in life, or perhaps the bad things…but in a better light then they had seemed at the time.  I know I’ve been through a lot of rough patches over my short life, but when I look back I mostly remember the good things that have come to pass.  I prefer it this way for certain.  I wonder if this is true for most people?  I think it is since most of my friends seem to have similar memories of good childhoods.  I know there are people that only remember the bad too though.  What a sad memory that must be to have.  So that was my thought last night and early this morning.