IF YOU think about it, life is really just that, a mere short ride. In what appears to be a cruel joke, when the supreme maker of all things created us, He cleverly saw to it that we were human beings totally incapable of a hundred-percent memory retention. His purpose, perhaps, is that all our recollections of whatever many milestones we might have here on Earth would be bereft of the useless details that would bog us down if we were to remember all of them in explicit detail.
That also seems fair for those of us who, in the waning years, no longer need that many memory bytes, as we’re already in the aging process of forgetting them all. So, only the crisp ones please…
Surely, as you would note, all we recall are nothing but abbreviated clips of episodes from birth to our final days. All we remember fits snugly into our default capacity for comprehension.
Who else has heard that we only use a third of our brain capacity? As it is, the version of memory we have, if it were a book, is never the unabridged version. On the other hand, if our life memories were a film, only our crafty creator would be seeing the director’s cut.
What brought this on, you say? I was in deep convo with friends one time, when I noticed that one by one, our recollections of the supposedly-detailed accounts of the years we shared were riddled with nothing but fact-checking and inconsistencies.
As that turned out, the saying ”My life is a lie” couldn’t have been more accurate at that point. Not really all that important, all these.
It’s just that all I remembered to be true, whether they are debunked later on, really mattered during that moment. But, so much for the ramblings of someone just woken, believe me, I’m trying my best to get back on track…
Life is short, yes. Doesn’t matter much that Buddha also said as a first line in the book, life is cruel. Perhaps the well-meaning virtue in him cautions us, short or cruel, we need to treasure whatever we can… or whatever we remember in life.
If one looked at it another way, there was this essay I read one day on today’s most widely used tome of knowledge and wisdom (otherwise popularly known as FB), when one looks down on a tombstone to read the dates of birth and death of a person, never neglect to also take heed of the dash in between.
That insignificant mark all but abbreviates whatever that person may have gone through when alive. Though we cannot be privy to all that is represented in that dash, we can only imagine as much. The day will come, each of us will earn our special dash ,and for whoever reads it, keep in mind: it’s just a short trip.
