When you were a child, and your mother or your father gave you a piggy bank, you wanted to do with it what every child wants, fill it with as much money as possible. Every one of us have had piggy banks, and every one of us have one right now, but these piggy banks are not made to fill with dollars or cents, they are the piggy banks of our mind, and they are made to be filled with something much more valuable than money – memories.

All of us have memories. Memories can be many things to us, they can have many definitions. Some memories we hold are reminders of friends we have lost “along the way”, others are to bring us to that special place or time in our lives when we were the happiest we have ever been. Some even help us to relive those memories that we choose to forget, but creep into our minds once in a while. Yes, memories are certainly one of the major ingredients of the human mind.

Personally, I love memories. I love to be reminded of those times in my life when I really enjoyed myself, when I felt at peace, happy, loved. All of us have had times like this in our lives. One thing I really love is when I am in a moment in time that I know I will long remember and I stop and say to myself, “This is going to be a great memory.”

What reminds you of memories? Many things can trigger the emergence of a memory. A smell, a song, a place, even a movie might remind you of the person that you saw it with. I must tell you that I really enjoy my memories, to me, they are my favorite part of me.

Our lives, from the day we are born, are constantly fed memories. Whether good or bad, they are memories nonetheless. I see life as a library. When we are born, the library is empty, and we fill it with books of our lives. Each job we hold, friend we make, person we love is a book on the shelves of our personal library of life.

I have a library that has twenty-six and a half years of books in it. Some are the classic romance novel, filled with love, passion and emotion. Some are truly the great comedy works of our time – there are even a few horror stories in there – but how I enjoy entering that library of mine, as often as I can, and opening one of those old books.

If I can offer you any advice, it’s this: What many people do when they enter their library is only read the tearjerkers, or the mystery novels. To those people, I can only say your library is your own, and unlike television when you are given a choice of what programs they have selected for your viewing pleasure, this library allows you to make the choice of what you want to read.

So the next time you are alone, melancholy, or just in the mood for a good book. Read the stories you have created. I bet if you look closely enough, you’ll find a bestseller.