Where am I going? Where are my keys?
Can you help me find my glasses, please?
What in the world did I come in here for?
I cannot remember anymore.
It's so easy to say the past is dead and gone...but it's not. Our past is our memory — and a big chunk of our lives.
And it's true that tomorrow may not come, and that now is all we can experience, affect, and effect — but now is NOT all we have. We also have what we had. And we have dreams about the future — which means we also have what we don't have.
I can't imagine living with amnesia or Alzheimer's. If you can't remember your past, then who are you now? If you can't dream about the future, who will you become?
I'm not sure that just living in the now and for the moment would really be all it's cracked up to be. I know what people mean when they say that , but they also assume that you get to bring "you" with you.
What would you-me-we be in the present without a past and a future to fuel our lives? I wonder...but I don't really want to find out for myself.
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