Now that I will soon (as in one and half a year to go) turn thirty, I seem to have developed an obsessive idea that I will some day lose my memories. I often sit for periods of time and wonder what it would be like to have no memories. This person at work said; “Life is about the journey of the memories you make along the way.” Made me think about it, in a good way… although it sounds corny, I most admit.
I say, memories are the principal proof of our past existence. The essence of life composed by daily events that makes us who we are now. What would it really mean to have lived a life if you have no memories of events to base your facts on? What would it be to have a past, if you cannot remember who you were, or where you came from? What sort of life you lived and, whom you lived it with?
Is it negative to have these thoughts? But life is all about negative and positive events; and then, there is sadness and happiness, of which I think of as small doses in between those negative and positive events. What we choose to remember, those are either sad or happy doses in our daily events. It is what later become our memories. And it is those memories what really keeps us moving forward.
Just a thought, and a little bit of music to go with it; from the OST of Pride and Prejudice (2005), composed by Dario Marianelli and performed by pianist Jean-Yves Thibaudet, “Liz On Top Of The World”
PS; I really want to come back in two-three years and laugh at myself. The typical question for someone turning of age (leaving twenties behind): Do we change or grow? I think both.