Memories are beautiful creatures in our mind. My head is full with them. I like to think that every single one of my memories is a person that lives in this big city called my brain. Such as a real person they grow, change and die after a while. Some die at a way too young age but that is life.
I was lucky to be able to create a lot of memories in one year and now I feel like I have to take care of them or I will loose them all. Do you get what I mean? A couple months ago I read an article about how easy the human brain can get manipulated but I don’t want to get to deep into that topic. In the article it said that every time we talk about a memory or think about it we change it a little bit and that is the part that scares me.
How am I supposed to know which one of my memories will be true when I am older? I don’t want my memories to change or even fade away. I want them to stay the person they are. I want to remember everything the same way it happened. The good things and the bad things. Sure I have pictures and I wrote a lot of things down but I love my memories as the person they were born as. They are perfect the way they were made. Even the bad ones because they made me who I am too. And what will happen with all those little memories I didn’t write down? Every day I loose more of them. Every day I loose such a big part of me.
Lots of Love
Just A Blank Space