I remember age 8 to 12 a lot, but I barely remember before age 8… but I had a traumatic event in the city I lived in from birth to 8 years old so maybe those memories got repressed idk. Age 12 - 17 was so uneventful I kinda not have much. I’m in my early 20s btw
I have this recurring paranoia that I’ll eventually forget everything, and that thought just troubles me a lot. I hope I finish my memoir before I forget it lol.
It’s a very hard thing to accept. The grief of your own death.
All of this: the people you love, you hate, friends, partners, families, is temporary. Even the memories. Even the journal you wrote, the picture you took fades away. Nothing can beat the heat death of the universe.
The only thing meaningful and beautiful is the positive experience you and you can bring to other people. At some moments of spacetime, someone is happy because of you.
It’s hard. Because the death takes our lifetime. That’s why we cherish it, we express how we feel. And also, it’s hard to just say goodbye even though we know it’s inevitable. But we have to learn to let it go.
If anything makes you feel better, all the memories are still there, becoming part of You.
I remember age 8 to 12 a lot, but I barely remember before age 8… but I had a traumatic event in the city I lived in from birth to 8 years old so maybe those memories got repressed idk. Age 12 - 17 was so uneventful I kinda not have much. I’m in my early 20s btw
I have this recurring paranoia that I’ll eventually forget everything, and that thought just troubles me a lot. I hope I finish my memoir before I forget it lol.
CW existential dread
Spoiler
It’s a very hard thing to accept. The grief of your own death.
All of this: the people you love, you hate, friends, partners, families, is temporary. Even the memories. Even the journal you wrote, the picture you took fades away. Nothing can beat the heat death of the universe.
The only thing meaningful and beautiful is the positive experience you and you can bring to other people. At some moments of spacetime, someone is happy because of you.
It’s hard. Because the death takes our lifetime. That’s why we cherish it, we express how we feel. And also, it’s hard to just say goodbye even though we know it’s inevitable. But we have to learn to let it go.
If anything makes you feel better, all the memories are still there, becoming part of You.