Memories - part 2

A simple thought crossed my mind at that moment. I thought I’d jot it down somewhere. The memories I talked about in my previous writing piece, if you read it, I mentioned some "lost memories". If put together plainly - we are humans. As humans, from the very moment we are born, we see things, we hear things, we learn what is taught to us and we live. In the entire process whatever life has thrown at us or in other words, "taught us" or made us who we are now, or who we have grown to be - those moments or so-called life lessons become quite valuable to us. We even end up calling them “cherished memories”. But with everything, somewhere along the way, each moment, each day, the things we do, or the way we lived a day, or a month, or a year, with time we end up losing most of the memories. It kind of fades away with time. We aren’t invincible neither are our brains. We aren’t machines. We possibly can't always remember every single thing we did in our lives.

I mean, we may not always remember what we used to do. It is more like an inaudible moving picture. Something is definitely happening but can’t seem to figure it out what the conversation was about. Similarly, kids with time don’t remember things. Obviously because they are kids, but hopefully you understand what I am trying to say. We, most definitely, in some scientific way, actually end up losing some of our lived memories. We all do. It can be said that we have simply grown out of them. But, truthfully, we just don't always remember most of the time.

Some of you would agree, right?

Looking back on over the years, (thinking very deeply here) I,honestly do not or it can be said that I actually can't remember how I used to live, talk, be happy about things, or the way I used to react to things. I couldn’t even remember, even if I'd try. I mean obviously, I am not saying I am a complete different person now or the way I live now is completely off from my old lifestyle. The deeper we go into it, the deeper we will get. But, yes there is definitely some change but I am simply unable to pinpoint to the source. I guess it’s quite normal. It is suppose to happen, like it’s kind of part of life. But it’s quite curious. Why does it happen ? Why suddenly out of the blue in a span of few years, we end up losing our memories? Is it simply a way of making new memories keep making space on the harddrive, to fill in new content of our lives? Or we simply don’t like doing things we once used to, so our mind in it’s own magical way, just erases that bit off, knowing that we won’t be coming back to it ever? Who knows, it could be. But it has to be understood, it is not - “Oh! I don't even remember what I had for breakfast last week and you are talking about what I did last two years ago on one fine day??” But just thinking about it, when we decide to clean our room one fine day, completely out of the blue, and we end up finding some of our old photographs, an old scene from a different time starts to play in the back of our minds. Like I said, inaudible moving pictures.

But that’s the thing. Honestly, it may be part of life. It sometimes, terrifies me in someways. I don't wish to forget my own memories, good ones, I mean. I am aware I possibly can't remember every single thing. It is not practically or logically or even humanly possible. Come to think of it, there are other ways remembering the good days - I mean, you can write. Journals.

We are supposed to live our lives looking ahead and not by looking back. You see how this thought just popped out of no where? Ugh, at this point everything is debatable. There just doesn’t seem to be a single answer to anything.

Wouldn’t you agree?