Memory is just storage, it is existential; contains the stuff of life itself.
the rewarding stuff of your life.
A life lived well, from the best you can do at that moment,
recall your learning struggles, all that wrestling ,those people those kisses, that walk,
tears, sadness, stories you been involved with.
From your point of living.
“You shall write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates.”
Our memory is an enabler it brings things to the front. Sometimes it is select.
Not experienced this but know people who can recall dreams and the messages from sleep memories.
My now foggy, memory, brings to my front a way of speaking about who people are, who they were then, how l wish to recall them at present. Where they have come from in my life journey.
Its a wonderful thing but it can be prejudice, the inner lens inside me is baized by prejudice's picked up. Not in a shopping bag kind of way, but in suttlies have come into my focus.
By knowing this l can change and not be governed by just how l imagine it was. hope you keep questioning what you recall, experienced and emotionally are connected with.
Also hope you enjoy those memories, ones that don't leave like people do.
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