Memory Sponge

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How Do You Remember?

Can you just take a moment and think about a memory in the past? Did it require effort to remember the details? The people, the place, the scent and your emotions during the time? You had to consciously think about it, making an effort to remember those details. These memories are part of who we are, but sadly, time does let us forget. However you want to think about it, time can heal wounds or forget the beauty of the moment. Those past relationships pains that you have now come to accept, do you actually let go or did you just forget about the details enough so you can ignore the memories? Now imagine if that was happening to the beautiful memories as well.

Let It Rush Back

Now think about a song, a song that you were listening to while you were experiencing a meaningful moment in your life. Go listen to that song. Right now. Open up iTunes, plug in your iPod, blast it from your iPhone. Sit and Listen. Do you remember that moment? The details that you thought you forgot? Songs are like a memory sponge, it soaks up all your emotions, details, and thoughts during the time. It’s been scientifically proven that scent is the sense with the largest impact on memory (and before you claim sight is, try to conjure up an image of what you wore 2 days ago), but the sense of hearing following close behind. Have you ever had it that you were listening to your music on shuffle, and suddenly, a song starts playing and pieces of memories start to appear in your head. Oh, and yes, they are extremely vivid. That is the affect of music on your memories.

Putting the Pieces Together

As this post rambles on about nothing, I just wanted to express this genuinely meaning idea. Have we appreciated music to the extent we do? No, not in the “omg I love that band” kind of way, but in a music lets us live kind of way. In a remember your past kind of way. These things can’t be let go. Make a playlist, remember those moments and what ever you do, don’t let them go. No matter how great or horrible these memories are, take it in. Accept them and turn it into a piece of you.That’s the only way you can become a whole.

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All That Exists Begins Somewhere

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In our current time, the people around us and our habits have made it so that nobody really cares about what you have to say. Those small ideas floating in your head are unknown and unheard. This is the reason in which this blog was created.

Sometimes, ingenious ideas pop into my field of view when I’m walking to class, and 5 minutes later, I forget about it forever. Those ideas, especially now, are so useful. In a way, I was inspired by those around me, and in a way this blog was inspired by The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The final letter from Charlie hit home, and to quote:

Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen.
And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
And know these will all be stories someday
and our pictures will become old photographs
and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.

Now, of course I’ve never experienced anything horrendous like that of Charlie, but it made me realize that writing, expression and recording helps store those memories and maybe, helps one accept them.

Seeing as how it is 3:00AM and I’m writing my first blog post ever, I cannot say that I’m at a point in my life in which I am completely satisfied with everything around me, but maybe one day, this will occur. These ideas recorded here are going to help me move along in my life, and unlike those who are completely dedicated to a blog submission 3 times a week, the unexpected should be expected.

These posts, though personal, hope to reach the heart of others. Maybe instead of reading a generic quote on Tumblr posted by some hipster with an iPhone, the next generation will legitimately read a post, feel something in their heart, and be inspired to record their moments.

This is where I’ll end my thoughts; the thoughts of expression, troubles and explanations.