My Memory

February 17, 2016

My Memory.

Without a memory,

I am nothing.

I would be unable to retain information,

and thus be unable to answer questions.

I would not be able to analyze

or understand.

I would not be able to draw connections

or think for myself.

Without a memory,

I would not be able to recall past joys

or previous sorrows.

I would not be able to remember the special people in my life

or how to love them.

Memories are the only things that remain from life:

all the scars,

all the healing.

Often,

I make memories.

But, more often,

Memories make me.

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