So, I just watched a movie called “Rememory.” After finishing this grand-scoped, thought-provoking movie, I was left pondering this question while dabbing at tears.
If you could erase heartbreaking, devastating, tragic memories, would you do it?
How would that change you as a person? How would that affect who you are now?
And a somewhat different question – are some memories, some events, best left forgotten. Best buried as a way for your mind to protect you?
Okay, so I lied. I posed more than one question. Four or five, I guess.
Another movie years back had me kicking ideas around like this. I’m quite certain it was the film’s intention, of course, and well done. “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” Did you see it?
I think I need all of my memories, despite knowing I have been robbed of some. Possibly I should edit the word “despite” and instead use “especially.”
I need my memories because even the bad have a reason of existing. Bad forces me to appreciate good. Loss helps me recognize what beauty I do have.
So yeah, even if I could push the button that wipes away all bad, I would not press it. Though, I will readily, and with speed, advise you to hide that button from me because tomorrow, I could most vehemently disagree with what I think now, and smack that sucker in efforts to rid myself of the burdens and pains of the day.