Sometimes memories collide unexpectedly in my thoughts. Memories that happened decades apart march by in my mind’s cinema as if they did not realize they were unrelated in time or space.
Would searching for connections give me clues to some purpose my life has been forming? I don't’ think so. The random opening of packets of information in my brain is just that...random. I don’t search for reason behind these disparate events. But I do feel a smile creeping into my heart at the realization that each and every one of these memories is alive in me. They are me and I am they.
Often these memories are no more related to my present day life than salt is related to water. “Maybe,” I ponder, “they happened in a previous lifetime.” In a sense, I guess, they did. But, not really, because each of these lifetimes make up the whole of who I am today. And I love each and every one, every part.
So that is why my answer to the question, “What is your greatest fear?” is always unhesitatingly, “Losing my memory.” If these uninvited memories would no longer invade my waking and my sleeping, I disappear. The connection between them is that they all belong to me and to me alone.
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Well said.
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