It has been one of those weeks when I am simply out of it. I didn't feel well all last weekend and was nursing a sore back. If I wasn't doped up, I was sleeping. I went to Seattle on Monday for a meeting and we left Portland at the ungodly hour of 5:30 a.m. I was still recovering yesterday from all of the different sleep patterns (or lack of) of the last 4-5 days.
The point I wanted to make in this post is how I can't shake something I read last night. I am reading Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. One of the characters is trying to recall a memory and is worried that the memory will soon fade. There are all sorts of little pieces of this memory that are still vivid - the feel of carpet, one specific image of a face and so on. I started thinking of memories I have of certain people and how they can still be so vivid even after many years. I can still smell certain things and instantly be taken back to a specific moment in time. Unfortunately, all of this memory gathering left me feeling incredibly sad. What happens when those memories start to fade? What happens when you can no longer build future memories with a person or a place?
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I'm the same way with old memories. Nostalgia is almost viscerally painful. I've experienced a lot of that lately, especially since I went home. And as for what happens when you can't build future memories with someone or some place? You can move on or you can live in the past. I wish I could say I always choose the former, but I'd be lying.
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