My daily aphorisms. Reflections on life, death, beauty, change, love, happiness, etc., written in a poetic and whimsical style.
Sadly true, if we lose someone for instance we suddenly remember a smell, tone of voice, how he preferred his coffee…silly but exquisitely unique. Maybe we store the little things and then only remember it after the lightning strike. I think you have just opened the door to a whole new discovery, perhaps this explains why the artistic are so overly sensitive, poets, writers, philosophers, and painters….they are constantly filtering through all the memories. You are exceptional as always
I want my memories to be honest. If I learn an event in the past doesn't match other people's, I generally assume I'm mistaken. In rare instances, however, I can't let go. The memory's too real. Even more than life in the moment, memories are subjective. When I have a surplus of unpleasant memories attached to one person, I try to dredge up happy moments. Usually, it's possible. And while it's not necessary for the other person to agree--we shared a brief happiness--it would be nice.
best to remember it all, but don't dwell on the bad.cheers, ic
Mind is forever fusilladed by pebbles of emotions, day after day and year after year. But for moments to etch your memory, they must have pierced your heart.
And the rustling of the leaves in the wind is what makes us feel alive!
The tree you carved your vow of love though is the one you remember most.
Sad, but true. Maybe it's part of our survival instinct? This aphorism really makes me think about how selective our attention can be if we're not absorbed in the moment.
Helena is right. A toothaches captures our attention much more than a painting.I try to focus on and be grateful for the good things.
I defiantly remember the tree that was hit in my back yard, it then came crashing down on the house. No one was hurt, and the insurance didn't cover the "act of god".
I think all of the memories of our life are stored somewhere in our brains. Sometimes an image or a smell or a comment by someone else will bring that memory to the forefront, but they are all there, somewhere, waiting to be rediscovered.
Something unusual always catches our attention & gets stuck in our memory. May be this a survival thing...