memories warm you up from the inside but also tear you apart.

said Miss Saeki (a character from Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami).
[Apparently, she is my favorite character from the book as well as Oshima because of their depth and wit. I want to be like them.]

and I agree with what she said.

Actually, her point of view comes from a woman of melancholy and of suffering. In contrast, mine comes from a woman of bitter-sweetness which refers to someone who had also been to suffering yet given another chance at happiness. It's quite interesting that to her, even though memories bring suffering, it's still worth to keep. Memories of suffering proves that she is alive. More than the pain of suffering that comes from reminiscing these memories, is the concentration on how these same memories brought happiness at the time that it was happening, better yet, in the process of unraveling. 

I want to keep living on these happy memories, to savor the moment and to capture as much details as to keep happy memories as vivid as it was live. And in times of distress or loneliness, though these memories bring sadness and pain from nostalgia, it also brings happiness realizing that somewhere in time, I've been into such kind of euphoria, of a time when I wanted to stop time. For me, this is the essence of memories - its use. 

It's seeing two sides of a coin - while being pessimist, you can also be optimistic. While culturing sadness, you could always look back and feel happiness with memories; another irony of life. It's a concept and ability to remember that we humans are lucky enough to have. ^^