I read a book this week about a woman losing her memory. She would wake up everyday and have to be reminded of who she was. A doctor suggested that she keep a journal to read every morning. As memories came back to her, she would note them down.
I found this interesting because it reiterated that we need to be reminded of our memories to remember who we are. It’s easy to forget the promises that we make to ourselves, the struggles that we went through. Sometimes it’s difficult to even see who we have become until we look back. We forget our goals and lose our drive.
Looking back can sometimes emphasise and heighten the meaning in our lives. It can help us get back on track by paving the route to where we should be. We drown in our days; we don’t know who we are anymore.
We often live in an abyss, sinking as our hopes are extracted from us.
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