No matter where we go, no matter what place we hide in, what we run away from, our memories are on top of the suitcase, can't just be left behind.
Constantly the mind palace plays the same memories over and over again, mixed with self-doubt, if only I had, why did I, could I turn back time. But you can't.
All the incidents, the little stories, the souvenirs of emotions become a burden for many people, the memory is gilded, the depression grows. A clumsy psychological warfare that the mind palace pulls off, the memories run in a continuous loop, become more and more a burden, no one can escape them who has not thought about the connections. Do you want to think about it?
What memories matter to you? Can you recall any details? How have these stories shaped you?
What do you think about forward looking memories, can you "remember" the future? In other words, see the future? And anyway, according to Buddha, even time and space are an illusion, nothing is "real", everything is just felt. I am sure that this world is not "real", but we only think things and occurrences are real, simply because we want them to be. In the not too distant future flying drones will fly over us, can you see them already? Not yet existent, but imaginable. Providence as a plaything of human existence, life as a video game. Do you see your future now before your inner eyes?
It's one thing with memories, we can rarely depict things as they really were, the temporal shift makes many things different. After a breakup, a terrible partnership turns into a lost love, an unloved job into a wasted opportunity, a discontinued education into a supposedly golden future.
The fears, worries and hardships we suffered through, we can rarely remember, the good things become outstanding in the memory, in the memory everything becomes so much better. But isn't the present the best time, simply because it doesn't seem surreal, but authentic? The here, the now and the today, that then forms new memories, which then one fine day occupy the mind palace. Who knows what the future may bring?
Tomorrow's memories, we can consciously choose, tailor to our needs, always following the philosophy of Buddha. Every day is unique, every moment makes sense. Do not boast about tomorrow.
The way is the goal!

Past love is only memory. Future love is a dream and a wish. Only in the present, in the here and now, can we truly love.
- Buddha - honorary name of Siddharta Gautama - 560 to 480 before the year zero

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