Biology can be said to define possibilities but not determine them; it is never irrelevant but it is also not determinant.
For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.
Memory is like patches of sunlight in an overcast valley, shifting with the movement of the clouds. Now and then the light will fall on a particular point in time, illuminating it for a moment before the wind seals up the gap, and the world is in shadows again.
Moments in time when the world is changing bring out the best and the worst in people.
I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate with the world outside myself, nothing will be left but what I remember. My memories will be like a sandbar, cut off from the shore by the incoming tide. In time they will become submerged, inaccessible to me. The prospect terrified me. For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
To have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.
I fell in love again (laughs).
Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.
Strange how few, After alls said and done, the things that are Of moment.
I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows. If I fail, if I succeed. . . At least I live as I believe. No matter what they take from me, They can't take away my dignity. Because the greatest love of all is happening to me. I found the greatest love of all inside of me. The greatest love of all is easy to achieve. Learning to LOVE YOURSELf. . . It is the GREATEST love of all