fireworks

I dare not imagine, to make every effort over the years a collection of information, photos, DV, and the network recorded a lot of friends in his hands, the trace disappeared in an instant ... ...
I know that the loss of those things can also come back to find, but I also know that very clear, looking back things is already beyond recognition and the incomplete.
I do not know, is heaven and I had a sort of a small joke, or a change in the years to come, I must face the choice of a helpless.
That time, I did not dare touch the keyboard before us. Those of flesh and blood of the text, it faces smiling cheek, as well as the voices of those who, full of emotion, like the film as I walked along with me as the sky for some sun and rain hanging journey. Today, they like fireworks, like the wind and scattered ... ...
Perhaps someone else seems this is a very common thing, but it seems to let me feel lost in a specific area of the body as pain.
In the mood of frustration when thinking often no trajectory. ,
If we say that the network fills some gaps in our lives, if we say that these collections are our precious wealth, if we say that they should not belong to me, if, if for a way of understanding the moment of their disappearance is not there is another some meaning? I was not the use computers? I was not the network away from it?
Choice, I should be preserved at all cost recovery of lost things, or choose to give up the past?
Choice, is a very troubling thing.