What are memories? Will they really haunt me at the time of death? Who is that person who used to do those stupid things? If that person has grown up and become wiser over the years, then who is the person in the memories, still doing stupid and silly things?
We know nothing inside a memory can harm us, but watching an event unfold, powerless to change it does leave scars.
We also know our memory is selective. Five people can witness an event and you get five different versions of the event, and later, five different stories. Why are certain details vivid while others are bland? Why are there holes where, even if you try very hard, you can’t remember certain details or even whole units of an event?
Furthermore, we can use our imagination to make-up memories that become real in our history. We can change memories and change history. But, what is the purpose of changing our memories? Are we changing ourselves or lying to ourselves?
Meanwhile, if I am an eternal soul that has always existed and will always exist, why do my memories start at around 1964?
The Beatles made a big impression
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