Though we may remember again and again, our reflection will never bring back those longed for emotions. The past alway changes, because what exactly is present is often hard to grasp. Therefore what we live and what we experience presently is changeable; both are subject to the viccissitudes of time and emotion. Thus, in memory we always find a small shred of doubt that we have not lived fully what has already happened to us. We may have had the emotion, all of our senses may have been occupied in proving to us that we are alive, but it is not until this event comes back to us in memory, that we begin to take for granted what we have lived. Memory tries to catch up to the truth, but truth is the one blossom that does not fade from the present.