Times

There are good days and bad

There are good weeks and bad

There are good months and bad

I'm still not sure which one I am in.

So many times you think you get past something

So many times you find you are wrong.

Times when you think nothing at all

Times when you think all too much.

When you see something that triggers memories better left forgotten

You frown, you cry and wonder when the next turmoil begins.

When you see something that triggers a happy memory

You smile and know that happiness is never far from reach.

Would selective memory be an advantage?