In the pockets of our lives, we carry the weight of memories, both cherished and burdensome. Like old coins, they jingle with the stories of our past, echoing in the chambers of our hearts.

We carry the hopes and dreams of our youth, tucked away like folded letters never sent. Their ink may have faded, but their words remain etched in our souls.

The scars we've accumulated, both visible and hidden, are carried with a...