Memories are mental snapshots. Regardless, of how good or bad the memories are, you cherish them.
Good memories make me smile and/or laugh upon recollection. The memories I shared with those who have passed on are really special to me. Those memories are all I have to remember them by.
For me, bad memories are a reminder of what not to do again. Some of which make me shudder upon recollection. Yeah, it’s that bad. While painful, the lessons I learned were valuable. If I stepped in shit once, why the hell would I willingly step in shit again?
Memories can either work for you or they can hold you hostage. The decision is yours to make.