sjsprWriting

Almost every night, before I go to bed, I contemplate everything that has happened to me in the day. My thoughts will not necessarily go in chronological order but more in the form of a network slowly growing branches and those branches growing branches and so on. I think thats how thoughts always are. When we think, we don't think in order. We remember one instance and from that one, one word could jump out and makes us think of something completely different. Thinking is like going off on a tangent. It doesn't stick to the original thought. Instead, it wanders and branches and grows. I love to think. It makes me remember the funny moments, the sad moments, and overall the most minimal details of a day that made that day in particular more special than any other. The sad part of it all is that most moments will only be remembered in the depths of my mind. Take today as an example. I probably won't remember what I was wearing today, I won't remember that it rained unexpectedly without so much as a warning, I won't remember what movie I was watching while writing this post, or even the fact that I had my father constantly rubbing my back for no reason. These small details will be lost forever, kept hidden in the archives of our hippocampus, the location in which new memories are stored. Maybe I should keep a journal, loose it for a couple of years and then find it one day while unpacking my new house, opening the front cover and reading the first sentence written on the once blank page. Knowing my procrastinating tendencies though, I would never keep a constant log. But maybe that's ok, at least I'll remember some moments even though not all. However, the memories written down could become even more special because they are not forgotten but remembered for the long run.