There must be some process that makes us forget some lived experiences still in our memory, so that we can survive. And, somehow, limping a bit, we manage to limp forward.
Those memories are like little pieces of ember
That do not set the house on fire, but have not extinguished yet. Dancing with each other in some forsaken corner of our heads. However, a small triggering makes them well vivid. Rapidly taking their place on the pole position of our memory. As if happened 5 minutes ago.
They say only the old live on memories, because that’s all they have, since their future is lived by the minute.
But it’s a lie.
There are a lot of semi-young ones living on memories. Others haven’t even left them, yet. They remain stuck in the 80-90s. 60-70s…
And some live on memories of what hadn’t happened, might have happened, holding onto what it was, as a preventive measure of the conscious. To give time to the unconscious to process the symbolic content of such memory, with more available data now.
However, memories have their own time.
They can’t be forced. They remain on the head, but follow the heart beat time. Which, as everybody knows, is slower. That’s why they seem forgotten, despite misleading us every single day.
Little ghosts living in the shadows Ler Mais…