"We create memories or our memories create themselves.
Consulting a memory converts it into a memory of a memory.
The memories of memories, the thoughts of thoughts, blend into
one another until we cannot tease them apart. Memory is recursive
and self-referential. Mirrors. Mazes.
Jack Geick
Memories of happiness are but slits in time, but when I recall them, they grow greater in length and expand in importance. What once was a paragraph of joy becomes a full chapter in my book of life. Memories of hardship are never-ending becoming increasingly painful when revisited. The length of time stretches from a piece of reality into volumes of darkness.
Memories can be dressed in various attire depending upon my mood or level of confidence. My insecurities filter positive experiences as I expect the worst in a certain state of my mind. Where I hold myself mentally or emotionally, filters the unfolding scenario before me, regardless of truth.
Memories fade in time and become entangled with other memories. Holiday gatherings mesh, friendships blend, and specific dates elude me. The sequence of reality gets rearranged which at times leaves me confused. Memories are fleeting along with the truth, so all the more reason to live in each moment creating and imagining the best of the best.
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