Some ‘precious moments’ play over in our head like movies we just watched – a movie we are in, as if we are in real-time; and why are large expanses of time before and after those events just empty spaces on our memory trail?
Those moments. Those precious moments. Someone once said, “we never get them back”. I disagree. We get them back. In a nanosecond. We need a trigger – might be a calendar note reminding us of the date. Someone was born, died, married, won a prize – whatever the event, for someone important to us or for our own selves … suddenly, we are transported through time and distance to relive that moment.
Take a moment, right now. Think of someone important. Remember the day they ______ or you _______, remember that birth or death or trip or celebration, that goal, that win, that loss, that special meal or photo or belly-laugh. There you go, time travel. There you go, reliving the laugh, or the tear. Or both.
What, or who, are you remembering. Great trip isn’t it?
Scientists explain the process of imprinting memories with emotions attached – and I explain it as the magic of life. Sadly, some people focus on the sad memories, the bad memories or the pain … and that has its place too. Catharsis is important. But so is reliving joy. We can’t make joy happen on demand, or can we – simply by remembering it?
Yesterday, remembering my dad – Hubert, who died March 8th, 2014, 7:36PM. Recalling that last hour is easy, instantaneous – and joy, and snoring, his last time.
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