BRAIN BLOOMS
Memory is fickle. There are those who argue that if it happened, it must be so, a tangible fact and the absolute truth of the matter. The thing is, what happened is quite often a very different thing than what is relayed back to us by our memories of the occurrence.
The cloud of memory is capable of turning even the most tangible event into an intangible memory.
Often what was true becomes a wisp of ethereal impression and what was untrue becomes a lasting impression of the actual event.
So if our reality is so undeniably true, how can it be so easily rewritten?
If our view was of a dull green-brown lake in the distance, and we know that to be how it in fact is, how does our memory add a bright white-red blossom to the scene?
What causes our recollections of past events to so easily skip off the tracks of memory only to come crashing down with a derailed shipment of false ideals to paint a whole new picture.
What was your first memory? It is just as hard to fathom as the first time you experienced love, pain, terror, hatred, or peace. We have ideas of what those moments might have been, but our very definitions of those concepts evolves over time, meaning that our first memories of them become easily replaced moments in time.
We build our memories to suit our needs. Sometimes we add pathos or regret, sometimes we add ideals and exultations. It is our primary line of defense against our own gears and doubts and by reconstructing certain events, we are able to build the best version of our world and reality.
It is these brain blooms that make is who we are, that define our nature by virtue of how we truly see ourselves. It is these brain blooms that set us free from our constraints.
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