Memories are just stories we tell ourselves about our past; and that's often why they don't match when we've shared the same experiences with someone.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Memory is the way we keep telling ourselves our stories - and telling other people a somewhat different version of our stories.
Why can we remember the tiniest detail that has happened to us, and not remember how many times we have told it to the same person.
Memories are thoughts that arise. They're not realities. Only when you believe that they are real, then they have the power over you. But when you realize it's just another thought arising about the past, then you can have a spacious relationship with that thought. The thought no longer has you in its grip.
Memory is not pure. Memories told are not pure memories; memories told are stories. The storyteller will change them. I've always been interested in that.
Memories are like mercury. Every time you sort of try to get near them, they slip out of your hand like a bar of soap.
Maybe I should say that memory interests me a great deal, because I think we all tell stories of our lives to ourselves as well as to other people. Well, women do, anyway. Women do this a lot. And I think when men get older, they do this too, but maybe in slightly different terms.
If you don't have your experiences in the moment, if you gloss them over with jokes or zoom past them, you end up with curiously dispassionate memories.
Memory has always fascinated me. Think of it. You can recall at will your first day in high school, your first date, your first love.
Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.