I was in class the other day, and my English teacher was talking about college. And a thought popped into my head. “Will I even remember this talk, and this advice, when I get there?” Then I thought of other things that happened that day. Like in my science class, at lunch, our teacher let us mess around. Previous to lunch, we had done a lab, where we took dented ping pong balls, and un-dented them using hot water. So she had a bunch of extra ping pong balls. And during the lunch we were just chucking the ping pong balls around the room. The point is, it was a ton of fun. And it was a great experience, though simple, it was great. And it brought me joy.
But in the future, will I even remember it?
Will I remember something that made me so happy? In the moment and as of right now, it has great significance, as a memory. And when I look back to when it happened, I can still smile. It scares me that one day I might not be able to remember something like this. But not just this, other things too. Other experiences, other memories that I hold dear to me. Will they have any significance later? Things that are happening right now. The big things will be remembered. Like going to J.O.’s. But what about the interactions that happened during. The things that made me smile while I was there.
Things in the moment. Where will those go? The chance that all these things might not be remembered scares me.
Will I even remember writing this?
This is why I love writing on a personal blog. It helps me remember the moments that otherwise might be forgotten.