Memories Of A Lifetime
If you think about it, our lives all revolve around one thing: memories.
All of us hold that in common. We are preoccupied with memories. Our past consumes us, present and future all, and whether we like it or not, we are bound to it. Take this moment, for instance. But wait, that moment is already gone. How about this one? Oh, there it goes. Gone, spent, wasted, thrown away. Our life is composed of such moments, such reflections that we only examine once passed. Take any instance in your life, any one at all, and it is a memory already, pushed without thought into the Past by our greedy Present.
All is but a moment in Eternity - gone forever.
Those points, once passed, are but parts of our past, and of our memories. That is where our full consciousness lies. Buried deeply under the shards of our respective histories…
Isn’t it interesting how little we think of others?
I don’t mean the superficialities of manners and such, but how very infrequently we truly think about other people that are around us. That person that briefly glanced at you in the mall? That teenager nasally asking for your order? That mother carting her children through the same traffic jam that occupies yourself? That elderly man who sits on his porch and simply rocks back and forth in his chair all day long? Behind every face is a lifetime. But it’s amazing how little we think about that deceptively simple fact. Do we truly consider that?
No. But, you say, neither do they! Well, that might be true. After all, they’re a lot more like you than you would like to admit. And yet so very different, too.
Is everything all that subjective?
Is the world truly as relative as it would like us to think it?
… Well, that’s just your opinion.
Anyway, pardon me for distracting you from your life. Please, resume your previous activities and pretend you never read this…
