Time is a confusing concept. Most people often confuse time with space. Assuming that time is a one way traffic and we can't go back (once my time machine works I'll delete this post). Everybody wants to go back and re-live that one good memory over and over again. Some people visit the place where that memory was created in a hope that it will be that same time again. It sometimes is, or at least feels like so. Sometimes the memories are so good that they become stronger that the present and re-making them feels more important than making today memorable. I think I am also one of those individuals but I have also identified and accepted that the problem exists. And so working towards a solution.
If one thinks logically, of all the people who became known and famous and of all those who lived in oblivion, it would be tough to pick which is the right way to live. After all, life is only a series of experiences. In the bigger scheme of things, we are as big as we choose for ourselves to be. If that one year I spent somewhere was the best year of my life, there are two fighting forces within me. One is telling me to go back and live some more of that comfort that was. The other and the logical one knows that it's not a wise thing to do. For the latter knows that the experiences that I'm creating now are important to give variety to my fabric and give it some color. Think about any particular year in your life and think about the memories you have from that year. Is it that you woke up at 8 o' clock, got ready, went to work? Or do you remember how on that one day, when it rained so heavy that you were all wet only to be told on reaching that school that it's been declared a holiday? I think memories are created by the little differentials that we build in from one day to the other. Some are external of course, but most of them not. And we have to give our life a chance to create more and more of them by trying to vary our experiences.
If one thinks logically, of all the people who became known and famous and of all those who lived in oblivion, it would be tough to pick which is the right way to live. After all, life is only a series of experiences. In the bigger scheme of things, we are as big as we choose for ourselves to be. If that one year I spent somewhere was the best year of my life, there are two fighting forces within me. One is telling me to go back and live some more of that comfort that was. The other and the logical one knows that it's not a wise thing to do. For the latter knows that the experiences that I'm creating now are important to give variety to my fabric and give it some color. Think about any particular year in your life and think about the memories you have from that year. Is it that you woke up at 8 o' clock, got ready, went to work? Or do you remember how on that one day, when it rained so heavy that you were all wet only to be told on reaching that school that it's been declared a holiday? I think memories are created by the little differentials that we build in from one day to the other. Some are external of course, but most of them not. And we have to give our life a chance to create more and more of them by trying to vary our experiences.
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