In Memorabilia

Someone, who had once been very close to me had said, in exactly the words-

"What matters, are memories."

I'd asked "And why do they matter?"

"Because, My Love, nothing else matters."

My query was- "I wonder what matters at the end of it all (at the end of life, or maybe a lifetime)."

At that particular time of definition, I hadn't completely understood that. Memories? What's the big deal with them? How do they exactly come in picture at the end of it all?

And then, Realization dawned.

It's not as if I'm on the edge of my lifetime on this planet. Although it could be the edge of a phase of my life. That phase, that little phase, known as Commitment, Happiness and Fulfillment. Was it too good to be true?

And now I realize how memories matter. They're indulgence now. They're the only best parts of my life at the moment and I wish never to part with them.

They hold those Golden Precious moments that might never happen again. Maybe THAT'S their unique property- Memories hold moments in suspension. Moments that might never happen again. They might be irreplaceable. They, undoubtedly, are irreversible.

And, at the end of it all, What matters are memories. We have memories of good times spent with dear ones and we may shut our eyes with a grateful smile.

What if we have memories that are too vague to be categorized? Would it result in a confused death, after a confused lifetime? Imagine dead bodies bearing a confused expression on visage. (And imagine yourself in that position). THAT would be a painful way of bidding farewell.

Applying memories in our daily lives after their description during the end of it all,
(I'm trying to show mathematical logic)

What if we live in memories? Like living in fantasy. Like living in our own world. Like living in the past.

Would it really be harmful if it gives us happiness?

Voids.

It's not as if this is the first time the voids are being formed. There had always been space. Empty space. In fact, voids were, in my opinion, the first to come. Only voids that were no longer empty could be known as something else. Well, seeing things upside down- The absence of presence is a void. The absence of coldness is heat. Now why couldn't these be measurable amounts had the world looked at them from upside down?


Right now, though, my focus is on the Void. The Emotional Void. Everyone has one. No one is happy with one.

It's emptiness. You can't say this area has gone black or this area has gone yellow(As in, sad or happy). You can't even point out EXACTLY what that void had once contained. You know it's the absence of the presence of a certain something or someone. The Emotional Presence. Now, can the Void be filled?

Not always. Might I say, rarely.

Why?

If you could empty half a filled glass and exclaim,
"Look! The glass is half-empty!",
Couldn't you just fill half an empty glass and exclaim,
"Look, the glass is half-full!" ?

So...It's based on relativity. And then arrives a glass who's depth cannot be measured and it would be impossible to say how much or how less of something it could hold. Or, it HAD held.

That is somewhat the same sort as the Emotional Void. You just can't say how much or how less it had held. And so, you aren't sure how much or how less would be needed to fill it up. Even, WHAT would be needed to fill up an Emotional Void?

Another point- Do empty spaces always tend to be extremely cold?

Well, outer-space isn't exactly warm. So why should "inner-space" be?

'Students with doubts raise your hands'.

I just had my birthday the day before yesterday. And it is as if Blogger itself was proud when it updated my age. Now it reads- AA, 17, Female. And yeah, the other little details tag along, too.

So, I've lived yet another long year of my life on this planet that the Earthlings call the 'Earth'. Reminds me of the idea of numerous lifetimes in different forms and different areas of the universe. The idea of not fearing death because there are, anyways, more life forms to be lived, which might, in turn, also provide some sort of connection between other significant souls and there goes- The Journey Of The Souls Through Lifetimes.

Believeable? Or too far-fetched?

Well, what if all this was believed withut a question and accepted? Wouldn't humans begin taking life itself for granted? And what if, they actually did begin to take life as granted?

I bet you there wouldn't have been much of a population problem in that case.

Well, jokes apart, what if there really was something called 'Reincarnation'? 'Karmas'? 'Moksha'?

The point is, if all of us are students in the school of the Almighty, learning the lessons of life, being detained if you failed in a particular subject and promoted if you did well, what exatcly are we being trained for?