It struck me the other day: if my memory is degrading as I get older, maybe I'm already losing who I used to be. Maybe I'm already starting to misremember my experiences in school, or how people I love have treated each other, or why I've done the things I've done in my life.
It's a scary thought. Do you ever think about this?
I mean, all these roads we travel – relationships, careers, hobbies, etc. – lead back to our memories right? And if we know our brains are all at once amazing and subject to faults as well, can we trust our memories to remain "real" over time?
The way I want to look at this is: all I remember is somehow marked "important" in my brain. My first kiss. Graduation day. The way my wife looked on our wedding day. The day our son was born. I imagine all these things will be among the longest lasting memories I keep. I hope.
As we encounter the road hogs, bad bosses, family struggles, false friends, and basically anything short of serious trauma, let's keep these things out of the "important" category. Chances are, those things won't matter tomorrow.