Me: “Welp, I’ve been staring at my computer screen doing literally nothing all day and now it’s after 6. Guess I better call it. I’ll just text my spouse and let them know I’m leaving…and I should look at the function I was working on so I’ll remember where I left off…”
My brain, smashing through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man: “ALL RIIIIIGHT I’M READY, LET’S LOCK THE F*CK IN”
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What good are memories that only hold you back? The purpose of a memory is to inform you now, enrich you here, inspire you today; yesterday is a mere brick in the wall of the present, the house you live in.
To reminisce on the past is to be shaped by it. Are you taking the shape you desire? If your history leaves you misshapen, create a better one: tell yourself the story that has the happy ending. If a wall no longer serves your purpose, tear it down and lay the bricks anew–and if some are cracked or crumbling or toxic with rot, why keep them?
Forgetting is death, and death is scary–but not all death is bad. It’s no tragedy when life is lost, if that life is a malignant cancer; it is no real loss to lose a memory that’s only weighing you down.
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In Search of Secrets 