The weird thing is that no matter how much you try to remember something, you are bound to forget at least some of it. Some call it age, others call it running of RAM space in the human body, but we end up at the same conclusion. Books are forgotten, stories are half-broken, lives half-lived.
Sometimes, we try to consciously remember things. We will run them past, think through every detail, every night. But every night, some speck of that story will fade away. We replace it with some memory in fear of losing it, but we hold on to whatever we have.
The most important thing is that though we forget, these things mould us. The books you’ve read, things you’ve seen, experienced, are what builds you. We may not remember them, but we know they have changed us and made an impact.
We know that events have affected us, words have moved us and touched us. And we don’t remember them because memory plays tricks on us. We grasp onto fragments of those memories, but it’s a relief knowing that they have changed us, even if in a small way.
Memory won’t be your friend through it all, but you are a constant example of memories. Memories have moved you, and made you who you are. And soon remembering is not the key, but imbibing is.
Written by
Milomi.
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