In this world of ignorance, hatred and corruption,
it seems like solitude is the only answer.

Some people retreat to the mountains, some go to the beach, and then there are the few individuals that finds the bathroom the only place where they can find the utmost serenity.

The Attic is the place for me.
I am never alone when I am in the attic.

The baroque styled cabinets, gothic furniture, neoclassical paintings, and then there is that ugly wooden chest.
Not an ordinary chest though. It's the chest of memories.

I am never alone in the attic. The chest of memories is filled with people in my past, present and hopefully the future.
They keep me company. They make me laugh.
They make me smile. They make me cry.

Then I stopped and ponder on this absurdity of mixed emotions.
Began contemplating on this moment of so-called solitary bliss.
I start questioning myself, one after the other. Am I happy?
Do I get to be loved as much I give out love?
When was the last time I smiled? When was the last time I cried?
When was the last time I fell and can't get up?
When was the last time I fell and got up?
When was the last time I gave my shoulder to a friend?
Am I being absurd thinking about these things?
Then just like that, with a stupid Grinch-like grin on my face, I shrugged my shoulders, took a deep breath and said out loud,
"I don't think so!
I am filled ... NO! I am consumed with content."

Memories can be happy or sad. Knowing that they are in the past, we should try to apply them to the present, and become much smarter in the future. Though some memories can be painful or bad, it should be cherished equally. By learning from the past, and enjoying the present by appreciating everything that's around you, these will become beautiful memories ... memories that will be added to that ugly wooden chest in The Attic.