Droplets, pearls and the likes

I believe there are little droplets of untouched part in everybody’s life.
You know a memory that only you can have
A feeling that only you can remember
A place that brings a kind of emotion that can never be expressed.
These little pearls are so important to us don’t you think?
They inspire us to write, to create, to think, to paint, to experience poetry,
to feel the music or to simply smile.
The exact sequence of a particular memory gives such pleasure
It always keeps you in your wonder mood.
Will there be any experience more superior to this.
Is this the zenith?
The sequence of these incidents in the memory cannot change of course.
It is like the little box of assorted things that you collected when you were a school kid.
It was so important to have the whole collection.
Not one can miss from it.
Everyday you open the box to check if everything is there.
You have your favourites there too.
The ones that should never be lost.
But they did.
Like memories.
You lost your favourite ones to be replaced by new ones.
And then there comes a time
After very many years your old favourite thought shows up.
Your lost memory comes back.
A mixture of old and new.
A poetry in mind.
A wave in creation.
A beautiful mind. Of course it’s beautiful.