Each day is becoming a memory for you to look back.
Blank or filled. Happy or sad. Hungry or satisfied. Sleepless or thoughtful.
Many verbs and nouns fill in as memories of your days. So.
When you look back.
How many days of memory in middle of a conflict?
How many days of memory in middle of fighting a dispute?
How many days of memory to recall an occasional bad happening?
How many days of memory to putting efforts in sorting out conflict?
How many days of memory to moving ahead to resolve your conflict or dispute without harming self and own people?
Today. I look back to my days of memory of time spent with my Bai, and dedicate this post to my grandmother who left us recently. She would be a year older today and would be waiting for my call to wish her for her birthday.