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           What’s the most memorable part of your life, and why?

      Mine is growing up, being a little girl without fears, cares or worries.  The only thing you think about is play, eat and sleep... Watch films occasionally and read.
   You don't have hormones flowing through your veins, or dreams that may never see the light of day.  You don't get to know what heartbreak feels like or experience emotional pain. You don't get to think "where exactly am I heading with my life?"

    Lying awake in bed sometimes make me think about all the mistakes I’ve ever made. I’m not the only one that late nights have affected like this. Then I think about good memories and how they’ve all impacted people (This is my way of drawing my thoughts away from the sadness that plagues late nights alone in bed.)

     Their are different kinds of memories beyond just good and bad. Their are memories we can gather at the forefront of our heads, and their are also repressed memories, the memories we just try to forget. In the end, however, memories, even if you can’t immediately recall them, stay in your head forever. Sometimes, they take a little, or even a lot of stimulus to elicit them.

      Just the other day, I was going through my old notes and I saw certain write ups I had written at such a young age that was impactful even though I was young and uninformed on the subject matter. My point is that such a small article made me recall a critical memory, one that’s impacted my growth as a person.

      Memories happen like that. I won’t feign expertise on the topic of memories. However, like probably anyone reading this, I’ve been struck by memories.

       Memories must happen for a reason. For example, if you get shocked every time you push a button, you’ll likely avoid the button; but if you get food every time you open the fridge door, you’ll likely go to the fridge whenever you’re hungry. That’s because certain memories help you avoid getting hurt and do things that aid survival, which, in this case, is eat.

      So what are those random memories, like the one with my old notes?  I really don’t know. Is it part of an expression of our humanity? Is it to foreshadow something you’ll be thinking of? You can’t always rely on memories either. I’ve heard a lot of people say that they have weird memories because they can only remember seemingly useless information. That is a weird memory!

       What about dreams? The mind-game our subconscious play on us occasionally. I, for one, have mixed up reality and dreams on more than one occasion. Memories and dreams are related in some way,  like having a Deja Vu moment,  where you think you have been in a particular place or situation before only to remember later that it was in a dream.

     Memories can be evoked by dreams or situations and they can also be faked too(like I said earlier, when your subconscious prank you). Our memories are a part of us, their is no detaching ourselves from them or their realities,  as individuals we also form a part of someone else's memory.

     A single act of kindness creates an indelible memory in the mind of someone. A simple smile, registers your face in the mind of another.  Memories are the core of our history, So whatever you do and for whatsoever reason you do it always make sure you leave a good memory in the mind of others. I hope you keep your memories in mind after reading this.
      Filter your memories occasionally, dwell more on the good times. Block out the negatives or awful past.  Live in the present, don't dwell so much on the past.  It's gone can't be recalled, corrected, relived or rewritten but it sure can be buried, by not stirring it up. A major key to healthy lifestyle is cultivating positive memories and thoughts.
                                                  

                                                      -JOO & YakMak

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  1. Informative. It amazes me at how our memories influence us

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