I can bring tears to your eyes and resurrect the dead. I form in an instant and last a lifetime. What am I?
Your memories are the first step to consciousness. How can you learn from your mistakes if you can’t remember them?
I used to think that there was a black hole inside me that nothing could fill. Then I had a daughter. I remember the first time that I put her to sleep. I was standing, holding her in my arms, rocking her. I was looking at her all the time. She was looking up at me. I began to feel that she trusted me, that she felt safe. She must have done because her eyelids started closing little by little, and then she was asleep. That’s a good memory.
All the things that I’d done. Memories, they never hurt me. The past is more than memories. It’s the devil you sold your soul to.