Remembering

My favorite thing about pictures, is that even though the people in them may change, the memory never will. Maybe that has something to do with my obsession with smash-booking/scrap-booking. Memories are so powerful yet so fragile. They begin to slip away at some point. Memories are crazy because literally everything we do, touch, taste, smell, feel, hear, see, think.... everything becomes a memory as soon as it is done. But, then we forget. What is the deciding factor that keeps some memories and not others? I could picture a mini me in my brain swiping through the memories choosing which ones may be useful and which may not. Left for forget, right for remember. I have a few memories of me having a great time and saying to myself, I am going to remember this moment. But, instead of remembering what happened, all I remember is saying that I wanted to remember it.

Think about your dreams. Often, if I remember my dream, I never remember it fully. Things are often foggy and I have to put the pieces together like a puzzle. The most prominent memories I have from my dreams are how I felt during them. I wake up and feel like I was sad from something that happened in the dream or I will feel like I was just running. Even if it is not real in real life those feelings and emotions feel so real. But how come that is was was remembered? Why is it that feeling rather than the rest of the dream?