I’m sitting here recalling events of my past. The time where I went over to my cousin’s birthday party and got stung by bees. Practicing playing the Jurassic Park theme song in band class. Mahjong nights at a close friend’s place; some nights filled with sadness and others filled with laughter. Each moment is a reflection of the events in actuality, but also my perception of reality, my thoughts, my feelings, and my inclinations.
Over the past few days, I have come to the thought that ruminating on the past can only be so insightful. In a way, the past feels flawed; you will never be able to capture the entirely of the truth within the confines of your memory. Even written and captured history is subject to interpretation and nuance, with each person seemingly taking a different conclusion away with them despite being shared the same information. The way I remember someone is different than the way they will remember themselves, neither representation being the complete truth of who the person is in that exact moment.
I feel like maybe the most important thing is not what you remember, but how you remember things. I can choose to remember the heavy moments that have been circulating in my mind with sadness, or I can choose to remember them with fondness, care, and compassion. The conclusions I take away can either bring me down, or give me courage to keep moving forward.
It seems I still have a lot left to learn.
How will others remember me, and my story with them?
– Bhavin
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