Oh tales of agedness...
Christ, has it really been this long? My days' breaths counted so many that now I feel aged? I was still young not very long ago. It surprises me how seemingly oblivious I am to this. My hair begins to thin, I am reminded of things which took place only a handful of years ago.
I was present at a party (rather a small get together), hosted by a friend of many years and I was coming across people who knew who I am... err... was. They recalled significant events from my life that were only faint memories for me... My appearance on local cable television in my middle school days, my days spent in the wooded lots behind our development making fires and primitive survival tools and the like.
I've been alive long enough to forget entire years of my life which took place less than a decade ago. Is that how this works? Do we continually lose ourselves to our past, trading it for the day-to-day? Is that what becomes prevalent? I'm not sure I like where this road takes me. Have I just simply stumbled across the catalyst of adulthood? Your past fades away like wisps of smoke only to be recalled in some foggy fashion on the off chance someone COULD remind you?
Shit.
I mean, tonight I felt lost. Like a stranger to myself, even.
Take things into account here...
Say, I live for 80 years. I think that's pretty fair.
A Gregorian calendar is approximately 365.24 days long.
That's about 29,219 days 4 hours and 48 minutes. That's my life.
You can pretty much negate the first 5-10 years of one's life. Hardly worth remembering anyhow.
(minus 1,826.2-3,652.4 days)
So far, in my 25.66 years of life I've lived an approximate total of 9,372.06 days.
so, already in my 6-8,000 days of memorable life I've forgotten about 1,500 to 2,000 days. That basically illustrates a period of 4,000 to 6,000 memorable days cyclically... as you acquire more memories the ones furthest just drift away... How do you cement these days, or even fractional days' memories in your mind?
I think I'm going to have a hard time not being able to call up memories on a whim.
I hope I never get Alzheimers.
I was present at a party (rather a small get together), hosted by a friend of many years and I was coming across people who knew who I am... err... was. They recalled significant events from my life that were only faint memories for me... My appearance on local cable television in my middle school days, my days spent in the wooded lots behind our development making fires and primitive survival tools and the like.
I've been alive long enough to forget entire years of my life which took place less than a decade ago. Is that how this works? Do we continually lose ourselves to our past, trading it for the day-to-day? Is that what becomes prevalent? I'm not sure I like where this road takes me. Have I just simply stumbled across the catalyst of adulthood? Your past fades away like wisps of smoke only to be recalled in some foggy fashion on the off chance someone COULD remind you?
Shit.
I mean, tonight I felt lost. Like a stranger to myself, even.
Take things into account here...
Say, I live for 80 years. I think that's pretty fair.
A Gregorian calendar is approximately 365.24 days long.
That's about 29,219 days 4 hours and 48 minutes. That's my life.
You can pretty much negate the first 5-10 years of one's life. Hardly worth remembering anyhow.
(minus 1,826.2-3,652.4 days)
So far, in my 25.66 years of life I've lived an approximate total of 9,372.06 days.
so, already in my 6-8,000 days of memorable life I've forgotten about 1,500 to 2,000 days. That basically illustrates a period of 4,000 to 6,000 memorable days cyclically... as you acquire more memories the ones furthest just drift away... How do you cement these days, or even fractional days' memories in your mind?
I think I'm going to have a hard time not being able to call up memories on a whim.
I hope I never get Alzheimers.