Christmas Memories
I have to wonder if my memories are real or if they are simply what I want to remember. What I choose to hold on to, letting go of the rest as it suits me?
It never really crossed my mind too much before. I can recall memories of the past, good ones and bad ones. But I don’t remember every moment of my existence. And I know that most of it is probably due to repetition day in and day out, that all blurs together after awhile… but what if it’s not all repetition? Or what if something important occurred in that repetition that has been blurred away by our selective memory? Maybe it’s because I never practiced conscious living as a child, or even as a young adult. It wasn’t until recently that I made it a part of my life.
We each have gaps in our timeline. And until it’s pointed out to us, we do not notice that part of our personal history is missing.
It’s not just the gaps that worry me, but the memories themselves. Every memory I have is subjective, with emotions and thoughts attached. But emotions can be deceptive. And the mind can twist your memories, thoughts, and dreams together until they are as one. Memories from my childhood, when discussed with my siblings and parents, are different than their recollection of the same event. Who’s to say one memory is correct and another is false?
Maybe it’s not the specific facts of a memory that are important, but how we feel about them, what we learn from them. And maybe delving into the gaps will help us better understand who we are now.
Only when we understand our past, can we finally let the past STAY the past.
Just a sip
Empty Words 