There is always a folder of old photos we keep, but never really use, not even open. We are trying hard to ignore it, but never consider getting rid of it for good. So we scroll down and pretend it doesn’t exist. Photos are proof of something we experienced, good or bad. But some experiences cannot be confronted until the right time comes. We need to forget they ever existed until we are ready to deal with the damage/benefit they may have caused.I opened my folder today and I smiled because there was nothing sad left in it.