Remember Me?

Crash, I wanna fall, I wanna be somewhere in the middle with you.

Where would we be without our memories?
Without those things that happened in the past that made us smile, laugh, regret, think.

A lot of people say that the past doesn’t matter, that it shouldn’t determine a person’s identity.
They try to convince themselves that the past is simply just…stuff that happened, and it does not make you who you are today. They believe that you make yourself who you are and that it should simply be ignored. What matters is now, right?

But how can we just ignore it when it really does define who we are?

We all know experience builds character.
If our minds were erased every few days, we would never be the same person.
Or really a person for that matter.

I say our past is everything. Every little thing we’ve experienced has contributed to the forming of who we are.
It makes no sense to forget, or obliterate it.
We use it to learn, grow…so why are we always told to move on, and erase it from our minds?
Is it out of fear?
Is it because we are told to never “dwell” or “linger” on events that aren’t relevant to the present?


I mean, if the past makes us who we are, there really should be no reason to just put a giant slab of whiteout over it.
We should use it to our advantage. To figure out why we work the way we do, and how to keep the past...the past. To make sure it doesn't repeat itself.

To just erase it from our minds and say “it never happened?”
Come on, does that really solve anything?
Our brain is carefully crafted.
There’s a compartment for everything.

You can’t just choose a file to delete and think that everything’s peachy keen.
Our minds store memories for a reason, in order to wake up the next day and remember who we are, what our address is, what our phone number is, etc.

Because without our memories our identity is pretty much just the blank space under the “Hello My Name Is”.

It’s up to us to remember enough to fill it up.
To remember who we are, where we come from, and why we are the way we are, why we do the things we do.
What makes us unique, weird, normal, funny, serious.
That’s all determined by what we’ve been through and what we’ve seen.
With our experiences, our scars, and our joyful recollections.


Crash, fall, I like it; I like it, somewhere in the middle with you.