The meaning of memories
I find myself reflecting on how I am using my time, especially in quarantine, and the following thought pops into my mind: Time passes, everything changes, everything goes away, the world is in constant movement, and what remains? Memories, nothing else, the only things that remain are memories.
That is the only thing we retain from our past, the marks that the passage of our existence on Earth has left in us, the experiences we have lived, and the people we have come across. Only memories. And the truth is that it seems very little, but it is a lot.
So I tell myself, no matter what we do, but as long as what we do generates memories, time has not been wasted. But if, on the contrary, what we are doing does not leave any mark on us, but rather that the passing of time erases it and will soon be forgotten, then it can be considered useless.
Perhaps it is a good experience that we want to remember, or perhaps a very bad one that leaves scars but at the same time valuable lessons, and maybe not an experience, product of our sensations, but something acquired through our intelligence, such as learning obtained from books but that forever change the way we see the world and therefore also leave us with important memories. It doesn't really matter, but as long as what we do generates in us memories that we can use in the future, we can consider that what we do is really worth it, and it is time well spent.
Otherwise it is similar to nothing, we could lose it if we wanted to and we would not realize it, because after all, we will not remember anything. And this is said by a person with a very bad memory.
I wonder if the same applies to us as well, and if the value of what we do for the world is measured by the footprints we leave on it. Perhaps in a couple of hundred years no one will remember us, many are the people who have been lost, forgotten, in the annals of history, but continue to leave a constant mark, immortalizing themselves, with their actions, such as leaving offspring, or even plant a tree. They don't need to be directly reminded, they just need to be remembered day by day by the universe, and we do that with the simple act of existing.
Is that it, or perhaps it is time to remember our ancestors.
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If we were able to write up true history that would have been of great value yet that is not possible. Are minds are poisoned with ideas that serves nothing but an agenda. It irks me to have found out halfway through my life that most of what I've been taught is utter nonsense. I have done a lot in an attempt to unearth it and a see a much bigger picture now but I could have been much further down the line than where I am now.
You and I have had a great run friend and your insight on "inflation" helped me a lot (still hoping you could send me the quote you once used in a comment to one of your posts. Can't remember the exact words but it was something in the line of "they teach you the wrong stuff to confuse you").
I don't think this life is about building a memory for others to remember you but perhaps maybe for yourself to build experience. Just my opinion but who really know...
Much love brother
Thanks! Yes, I agree with you, perhaps the value of the things we do is not measured by whether others are able to remember them, although I do believe that the value it has for us is measured if we can remember them.
As for the quote, I can't really remember it.
Regards!