The Magic of Memory

It's interesting some days to think of what we remember. Some days it may seem that memory will freeze something in our minds exactly the way it was. The smells, the colours, the feelings will all remain the way they were when we experienced them. The interesting thing is that memories never remain exactly the way we remember them. Once we have pushed something into the realm of memory there is something magical that seems to happen. There's a film that shifts over the memory, which makes them either seem better, or worse than it was.

It's interesting to think like that though. What changes when we try and remember what it actually was like? Do some things seem smaller than we have made them in our memories? Do the memories feel better or worse when we remember what it actually was like?

Over the past few months I've been attempting to take the veil off somet of the memories in my life, to take the memories back to the way they occurred. Some times it hurts too much to go too far, and other times it just feels strange. In remembering those who have been lost throughout my life, it's hard to look at those memories in a non-biased way. I want to remember them in the best way possible, but I also remember that they were human. As much as I can want them to have been entirely perfect. They weren't. A great deak of things weren't. Somehow allowing them to be relegated to the realm of memory makes them bearable, and occasionally even enjoyable. To be able to remember those who have been lost to my reach with a the special magic of memory is something comforting. Other times, when the memories have worsened, it can be terrifiying.

Regardless of the outcome of the memories, having the magic in our minds to change things is always worth it. So however the magic of memory has treated them, most days it's easier for the memories to be transformed by the magic.