This morning, as any morning for the past two weeks, I woke up not remembering what happened last night, where I am, when is today and other wh-questions which answers hold the information that if not known, I might as well call myself crazy.
But for a few seconds I did not know.
And I had to get a hold on the most valuable gadget that almost every person holds dearly these days—my handphone. I had to check the day and date, scheme through the messages in the inbox and the sent items before last night’s memories reformed in my head and only then that the other memories came.
I like to see events that occurred in our lives (that turned into kept memories) as things that are supposed to happen and the fact that it happened made it nothing more than occurrences. It may connects us to how we become the person that we became at the present state thus it relates us to our emotions—happiness, sadness, anger or whatever.
But the fact is those occurrences will just be occurrences. They are not bias. It is neither fortunate nor unfortunate that these occurrences occurred. And the fact that I could not do anything about it made it more apparent that it is pointless to judge it, mingle with it or dwell in it. But words are cheap. I am a constant visitor to my past.
Time is an entity that is there when it actually isn’t.
So when a person caught a moment in a photograph, did s/he catch that second, that time? Did the photograph catch us in motion? Did it catch the particles of air moving around us at that time? Did it catch the feelings that we felt at that time—though we faked the smile, the laughter that we showed in it?
What I know: it catches the occurrence that occurred at that time. With the memory that it holds, if we slipped it off out of our minds, that particular picture will remind us—of the time the things happened, of how we used to have our things our way, of how we used to feel then, of how other things and other occurrences were related to the other occurrences that will lead to that moment in that picture and that will lead to the things after that.
But alas, as I have said, they are just events that had occurred. It is in our past. And the fact that other people felt different things towards an event doesn’t make that event any easier, any harder, any sweeter or any bitter. It is an event. It is a pill that we swallowed. And it will only be that.
