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This implies the primary intent of life is to collect memories. Memories die too. If not with you, probably with the grandkids. These days when I enjoy a momen
by lewisjoe 6y ago
This implies the primary intent of life is to collect memories. Memories die too. If not with you, probably with the grandkids.
These days when I enjoy a moment, I don't even bother clicking a picture. The goal of life is to have as much of those moment as possible with a confidence that you won't be searching for interesting memories when you get older.
I maybe wrong. Maybe in the end, memories are all that matters but I'm about to find out.
- borroka 6y agoI used to think similarly. Then, a couple of years ago, in my mind I started to go back to my past. I now often think about my childhood, my grandparents, I look at the photos I took or other people took when I was doing what I loved doing, and I swim in those memories, which are mostly joyful, no need to remember what we don't want to. And my life now is made less of moments that won't remain and more of a continuum of life that started with my family, with my dreams, some of them fulfilled and some yet to be or never to be. It gave me perspective, new strengths, the understanding that most events disappear into nothing; 5, 10, 15 years of school and we barely remember the names of our classmates. Of the three years of middle school, I remember three episodes at most. Where did those pains and laughs and dreams go? I only know that the dreams remain.