Sometimes we feel scared. Sometimes life throws us a curve-ball that smacks us in the forehead without reason or warning. In the few seconds between perception and action we stand - our legs bridging that chasm - spanning deep thought and rapid reflex. What do we do at the crossroads? Which way do we turn?
Each strange experience seems to make me 'level up' - to put on that outer suit of armour and block the blows that would otherwise be my due. The danger is, however, that I'll get so used to the emotional distance and eventually forget how to feel...or even care.
Often, I wonder - why? There are so many reasons - answers, theories, explanations - for the 'ultimate question' - what is it all for? From the religious to the philosophical, the scientific to the whimsical, the utilitarian, nihilistic, spiritual or even the response 'who cares' - the answers just burn more questions in the mind of those who ask.
What is your favourite memory? Memory is a sure reflection of ourselves - our past and our perceptions of that past. The objective and subjective are blended into a foggy mist that settles into the clear picture we insist is the absolute glimmer of perfect remembrance. Memory is a fragile, beautiful thing - a shimmering constellation of sounds, images, smells, tastes and feelings. The image of perfection through the lens of life.
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