Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Memories are Fleeting

Memories are Fleeting

Our memories are the best parts of us. We live and we learn. We are shaped by the people in our lives, the strangers that we meet and the friends that we make. The worst thing that can happen to us is the disappearance of those memories. There are many way a memory can disappear.

When a person dies. The life that they’ve led parishes. The laughter and kind words that only they can convey fades away with them. All those long nights of talking, all those intimate conversations, all those tears and all the joys that were shared can only become a distant memory. They are destined to be buried in the footpaths of the future. The worst thing about someone passing away is not the day that they actually die, but the days beyond that. When you are stuck, alone with all the thoughts and memories eating at you.

When a person gets into an accident that renders their whole person immobile and their mind blank. When someone is in a Coma. All the potential that they were cultivating, all the energy they were gather and all the experience they were living, it all ceases. The linear trajectory that they were suppose to fly and climb, shattered and torn away. They are warm and breathing, but it all feels like they have all but cease to be. Existing at a bare minimum, is not the same as being alive. What’s worst is when the person becomes trapped in their own mind, helpless to act, to speak. To be able to hear everything, to feel the hair on your arms, tingle, but unable to move your fingers, to blink your eyes, to scratch an itch. You are the memory, slowly falling into a deep dark sleep.

When a person grows old and develops alzheimer. When you get to this stage, you’ve lived and loved a long life. You’ve seen the life of your children grow and develop into adults, All those long rides you used to go on. The feeling of the wind in your hair while you cruised down the highway. The feeling of the sun on your skin on that favorite vacation that took when you were discovering yourself. Your wedding day, the day you decided to that there was no one you’d rather be with than the person who stood you beside you on that day. The day your first born child was conceived, you once remembered how happy you were, how much pain you had to go through before that tiny little human being, resting and taking small sleeping breathes. All the pain and and wounds that tell the story of the scars on your body. All the heartbreak and hopes you found. All the dreams that awoke you in the middle of the night, all the nightmares that sent you racing towards your parents room. All the time you simply tried to survive even when the love had left your body and felt your soul and strength leaving you. All the morning sunrises, all the wishing, and yearning, despair and angry moments.

All of them, every single moment that you had been living will be gone. All the memories you created will cease. There will not be a next memory, there will not be a next time. There will only be what was, and what used to be. People will hurt, your loved ones will be crushed. People will seek isolation to run away from not being able to create a new memory. They will die on the inside. They will continue to suffer, they will continue to despair. They will also keep hope, they will also keep you close. They will keep your name private, they will speak of it with reverence. Perhaps someone will write your name in words for the future to repeat. Perhaps someone will keep you alive, even if memories are fleeting.

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