Today, I look at old photos. Many faces. Many places. I remember good times. I remember hard times. Life is a story. Many chapters. Some happy. Some sad. But all important.
I see my friends. I see my family. I see myself. Time goes fast. But memories stay. Photos help us remember. They help us smile. They help us feel close to people we love.
Life is a journey. We learn. We grow. We change. Photos remind us of who we are. They remind us of where we come from. This is good.