You're A Living Memory
A Direct Excerpt From My Journal
I realised how much I am surrounded by old things. Things I’m too afraid to let go of because: 1. I’m going to lose that part of me or, 2. I’m trying to unlock that part of me again because I remember feeling truly happy in that moment. I remember how much I learned and I’m trying so desperately to get it back, even though It’s truly gone.
I do the same for music, for photos and videos.
Always trying to hold on.
But what for?
The memory is inside me, not in that “thing”.
Even if I forget it in my mind, the experience gained and lessons learned helped mould me into who I am today. They brought me here.
I’m a living memory.
Now isn’t that just as precious or even more so?
Things can break.
Files cane get deleted.
But you, your experiences and the effect you have on the world around you… they last.
They last.