I recently read one of my friends blogs and posted the story of how she met her boyfriend. Within the story she referenced many different memories that were impactful to her. It got me thinking what do memories really mean to us?
It's amazing how a small, minute detail for most people can trigger some of the strongest memories, and emotions, for others. Whether its eating animal crackers that reminds me of junior church, chewing pink extra bubble gum that reminds me of a kiss shared with that pretty blonde girl at church summer camp, extra salty popcorn that takes me back to a movie seen with a very special person, seeing a movie about a Greek god that reminds me of people's reaction everytime I take my shirt off at the beach. It's just constant. Sometimes the memories are much bigger. Every time I step in a weight room it takes me back to high school and training for competition with some of my best friends. Out of those guys I really only talk to one of them, Brian, who is one of my two best friends. It's a good memory, but does it help or hinder my progress in life?
I guess my thought process is what should we do with memories? Draw back on them when they're helpful and try to tuck the bad ones away deep down? Would life be easier without memory? If I tried to do something and fail, am I anymore likely to be successful the next time if I do or don't remember?
What are you thoughts on this? Please comment. I'm sorry this is unorganized. Literally thoughts being spewed into print, not one of the better entries but I hope it's thought provoking and I really hope it draws your thoughts and commentary as well :)
Also, down another 10 pounds. Whoop whoop
