There's something that I love about being human and that is in the fascinating fact of memories. Memories are so strange and differerent all at the same time, because really, physically what are they. According my the book definition of memory it is the process byt which information is encoded, stored, and retrieved. Soemtimes I really don't like that, don't like getting the nitty gritty scientific definition of things because it makes things become less special. Because memories really are special, they really are. They are the driving power behind a lot of what there is to be being a human being, and different memories effect different people in different ways. They can be good and powerful, they can be so scary at times too. There are a lot of people I know, myself included, who have the fears that almost seem built in because something we remember from the past has made us that way. But whether terrifying or wonderful memories should be special right? And when looking at their definition I just feel like someone who is not human being, but someone who is just a processor, you put the memories in and they are stored somewhere in a folder in the back of your mind. But in reality human beings really are this gaint machine functioned to program in certain ways and standards. I just don't like thinking about it though. Instead I want to think on the intangiable part of human beings, the part that no science could ever really capture, the part of us that is our soul. And that part of us, the part that we know but can never really prove to be there, is beautiful.
And there's just the whole aspect to memorie,s hwo we really, really feel them. Science tells us about all these nerves to record things and process them for us. But memories are just memories, right? They are not phsyical and tangible things. I learned recently in pscyhology that sound memory is supposed to the be the most lasting of the aspects of memory. But I can remember something, remember the shrill voices of people screaming at me, of remember the names I was called, without it actually being there. It fascinates me byond reason that even though memory of sound isn't a physical thing it's like I can hear the voices in my ear, like they're actually happening. And then there's so much else to memory, there's the sight. All I have to do is close my eyes and I can be back in Disney World, watching multicolored fireworks burst in the air. And there is the feeling, just the feeling of my memories. Some memories, memories of when I'm scare can make me break into cold sweats and shake. And I just don't get it, because they are memories, they aren't real, just information stored in your brain. And yet they can make you feel so much. And that's why, despite everything, I want to believe they are special, probably more special than anythign else in life. I mean when you think about it really, that's what memories are, your life.
Fin.
-Keshia
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