Memories

In many ways, memories highlight true experience while also coloring the past in unexpected delusion.  A memory can simply exist as enhancement to past reality, or can twist into an inexact expecation of current or future events.  Same memories surely become a map of behavior, though, if carefully considered and stripped of hyperboly to extract the truth of life moments.  And, certainly, the reaction to such memories definitely open the door to realization of the current moment - reminding of how emotion and human need strips away reason at critical times.  Memory aids in digestion of clouded hearts and bodies in piecing together past experiences with backward reasoning and analysis, and certainly that remains the best tool of this device for memory unbridled removes our ability to live forward.

I speak simply of the huge pull of memory to forget the present while still ackowledging the incredible lessons gained through the journey.  My memories definitely battle the present sometimes.  Without a doubt, great memories assault life with adventures lost while belittling the pain experienced, yet through that I do strive so hard to recognize the lessons contained within the imperfect clouds of life past.  A simple memory remains fragmented of its immediacy.  The impact of joy untempered by its lost surroundings and equally the destruction of sadness untempered by survival.  And, journels exist for this captualation - to go back and read unfettered (let's not argue the point here) accounts of true "present" back then.

A memory can heal.  Sadden.  Provide wistfulness.  Mislead.  Enlighten and even hopefully teach.  Factual memories tend to teach more in a real sense, yet emotional memories teach in significant nuances of the heart.  Memories most often refuse to exhibit reality.  And, sometimes, that is for the best.