When people grow old, they begin to treasure memories. They treasure the pale flower petal that they pressed against the page of a journal years ago. They treasure the smiles they wore in the pictures arranged within a leather-bound album. They treasure things collected and saved up in small cardboard boxes. They treasure the songs that are so special because only they could remember the way it sounded. At some point in our lives, we stop looking forward and start looking back because we feel like we have reached our final destination, and now, the only thing left to do is to think about the path taken to arrive here