Where do memories go when we aren’t thinking about them?
We’ve all had it happen. We remember something from 30 years ago. Something we haven’t thought about since that moment. Where has that been this entire time? This is crazy to me. How memory works. That we even remember anything at all is remarkable. Perhaps I’m juvenile and therefore easily amused. (My friends can testify to this.) But I find these kinds of things both perplexing and astounding.
How about deja vu? Has anyone figured this one out yet. Because we’ve all experienced this one, too. It’s likely just some mental stumble rather than a glitch in the matrix. But there’s something haunting about feeling you’ve experienced a specific moment before. Hard to explain.
Like miracles.
I think I was a part of one once. When I was very young. I don’t remember it. But my mom does. A lot of people believe in them. And I believe it makes sense that miracles happen. I don’t think we have evidence to prove that they don’t. And I’d rather live in a world where they do. Sometimes I think this whole thing is a miracle. Because it certainly doesn’t make sense a lot of the time. And I struggle to explain it.
Which is something that I am positive of.
