"How can you move forward if you keep regretting the past?"
I want to talk about
memories; the
power to create, warp, and bend memories into our liking...
I enjoy that fact of human life.
My dear, the world is hopelessly boring... it's time to make some memories to make it better.
Reality itself is always tainted and twisted through perception and other means of consciousness… therefore memories are created in the individualistic sense. A memory is your own, simplistically it can be shared, but it's really only yours.
When we take a look at what reality has become around us, there's a decision whether
to apply that to our inner workings or not.
Say a dream is a dream, but it is still a memory embedded within us. Some memories are easily forgotten, while others stay solid in our heads for years and years.
Do we have
the power to choose which ones we keep for longer periods of time? Absolutely, though there’s still a selection process it seems. It also depends on how deep your brain is, how far you're willing to keep things secure, and how much storage space you have in that noggin of yours, right?
I’d like to believe mine is quite endless, possible exceeds most original capacities. I remember very well, though, as a child, I didn’t understand that my brain was wired to remember pictures and sounds at a far more superior fashion than that of text. A photographic memory and a music box remembrance if you will.
Once I noticed this to be true, I don’t forget pictures and I don’t forget music. It just doesn’t happen. I will remember those details very well.
When I read a book, I will remember only what pictures I have stored inside my head, thus many of the words and details are gone in their original natural form.
I’m okay with that. It’s my memory after all.
So, are memories all that reality is? I could believe such a thing, they are mine and no one else's after all. They are yours and no one else's after all. They're applied to daily life always...
Everything is remembered through interactions and the remembrance of said interactions. Weighing the importance of each experience makes it stick in the head for how ever long period of time, possibly forever.
It's too painful to remember,
It's too important to forget;
It's what shapes us as a person...
Can you remember a time when you forced yourself to forget something? ...Did it work?
I can think of a few times when I've done this and I've actually succeeded, but I believe that is merely myself overcoming conditioning in my human nature. A real crisp memory I don't believe I've ever been able to completely erase it.
Now why do I bring this up?
Well, reality, I wonder, can you change it to something you desire and not what others desire for you? It is possible to be completely and utterly you and your memories in
harmony & bliss? Do others hinder or help you with this?
Would a part of you die if you cut everything off? Or would you bloom in the radiant solitude?
You are here alone again, in your sweet insanity...
All to calm, you hide yourself from reality...
Do you call it solitude? Do you call it liberty?
When all the world has turned away to leave you lonely...
My memories are beautiful, just yours are...
They bring back something that isn't supposed to exist anymore.
When memories start to fade, I think of them more. I don't want to them to fade and they aren't supposed to fade.
It's like a rhythm to the beat of life, keeps things steady and keeps things wonderful. Beating with my heart....
I'm alive~
Just thinking.
It's a rush this sort of up, it's like being high. I know I've said this before.
It's like I want to create a whole boat load of memories for myself and just feed my soul with that... and that alone.
I want to world to hear EVERYTHING inside my head so they just know, you know?? That they know...
I want everyone to know... things...
Yeah...
For some reason, I decided to watch Titanic this weekend. Well, no, not the whole thing,
just specific parts when older Rose is referring back to her memories...
At the end she says, "He exists now... only in my memory."
Memories are what make us who
we are…
We are what we remember.
We are not what we forget.
So how do we distinguish what
is remembered and what is not?
It’s like studying for a test
of life and there’s just certain information no matter how hard you try, you
simply cannot remember.
Should be more focused on
something like that? Focusing on our memories in order to move forward, or does
that just backfire on our realities?
Like a bad memory, how one can just pop up into your head
at any given moment and just ruin what good the day has brought to you in the
present.
How past troubles can do
that...
If so, does it work the other way, huh?
Is it something that can even
be helped? It's like a whisper in your heart when it's too quiet. You can hear
it... or maybe you can always hear it, you just block out the sound once in the
while.
Some may say the bad memories
are supposed to make us stronger, but frankly I don't believe that. The good
ones make use stronger, the bad simply confuse our reasonings and our
understanding of the world.
I believe human beings know
themselves quite well, which is shown in those happy memories; the ones that we
find complete and utter joy in remembering and reliving again. The ones that
make us whole or make us feeling something.
They show us what we need. They
show us what we
desire. They us a world worth living in...
Sometimes the happy memories
seem to have a dark tint to them, mainly because they are so joyeous and what
is needed in my mind, but if they're truly obtainable again leaves a sick
feelings to my stomach.
I want them back...
I say to myself.
No, the specific memory. Just
the feeling.
Indeed, maybe just one memory
is enough to sustain me for the rest of my life.
I believe my mind is strong
enough... and yet...
Just think of me long enough to create a memory...
It's too scary to know that I could just disappear that easily
without it...
