Life is such a mysterious adventure. We wander through the infinite sea of possibilities. Our experiences with others, and with ourselves, shape the world and the people within. The memories, so sharp and vivid in our minds, contribute to our current selves. But we don’t remember each day that we’ve existed, do we? I wonder if it’s possible to trace each personality trait or opinion back to the memory or experience that triggered it.
Who knows? I can only speak from my own experiences, since I’ve never been anyone else. Ever. I don’t remember my first day of third grade, but it was important. Right? I guess it all depends on what your mind chooses to remember. There are so many things we can dwell on during our short time on this earth. Each day of our lives was a step on the grand staircase that lead up, or down, to where we are right now.
That’s why I’m always a little unnerved when I look back and notice all the collapsed and missing stairs. I wonder what’s keeping it all together. I can’t remember each step I took, but I know I took it. And when the steps ahead of me are covered in a fog of ambiguity, I can’t help but feel a little hesitant as I take each step, hoping it won’t all collapse.
Bedsforth 