I just received the print version of my new novel to proof. It feels real. Finally.
Not that an eBook isn’t real. But paper has a sense of permanence, of contribution.
That it really does exist.
But this also made we wonder–
How much in our lives is tangible?
What makes something real?
Our memories are such a huge part of who we are:
we remember the joy of a first kiss
the frustration of a low grade in school
the pain from a breakup
the thrill of a win, no matter how small.
All these memories combine to shape who we are. Yet, other than some photos, some souvenirs or keepsake items, we rely on memory.
So the big question is:
With so many memories, which ones do we choose to revisit?
Which ones guide our life and our choices?
Which ones interfere in our reactions?
Help in our compassion?
We sift and sort and choose.
Some of us choose to revisit more of the joyous and the fun.
Some choose misery and pain. But we choose.
And whatever we choose to revisit does shape us. Everyday.
We, in this intangible but living dream called life, decide which files in the mind to flag important and which ones to trash.
Some of us are really good at trashing them. I’m learning to hit that trash button every time a memory surfaces that involves hurt or rejection or indifference. Anything that left me wounded in some small way–good-bye! I trash it and let the person who did it to me have a clean slate.
It’s not easy! The deeper the hurt, the more it reappears and needs to be trashed again. But in time, I hope the inbox of my memories is filled with the good, the happy, the thrilling.
Kind of makes sense really–
make room for what you really want to remember your life to be like–
writing your own history and creating your own tangible book that is you!