Seeing the Forest Because of the Trees
Seeing the Forest Because of the Trees Memory is a funny thing. It’s not a tangible item that you can hold onto, put away, and pull out later. Nor is it very reliable because it is so easily manipulated. The older it gets, the less we can count on it. Yet, without it, life as we think we know it would not exist. Without lasting memories, even flawed ones, we would be Ten Second Tom from 50 First Dates , living each moment without context, because nothing sticks. There would be no thought process, or rationalizing. Most of the pain or joy that we experience in our lives is momentary. Whether physical or emotional, the majority of feelings we experience dissipates with time. What stays with us is the memory of it. We remember the events in our minds, and sometimes the memories are so vivid, that it can be like reliving them over...
