Sometimes wonder how it actually feels like when we lost all memories regarding ourselves, the family and friends. Is it painful? Or could it be a new life instead? Does not matter what we do and how we are to do it, there are still the incidents and events that we may soon forget, be it good or bad, since it is not under our control of which to remember and which not to be. Childhood memories, loss of friendship, political issues in society, confession between two close friends and many more; the best and the worst memories ever are now mixed, make no difference, not anymore. Remembering the good old days, as many have said, where they would then start daydreaming, wondering what changes might take place if they’ve chosen a different path, how the others are doing since they’ve not seen each others for years and sometimes, trying hard to recall what happened back then. When all the memories are to be withdrawn, leaving us without any, maybe, it would be suffering; for we want to know more, to not accept the fact that we have no past, to prove our existence by flipping through the chapters of our lives. When we see a blank paper, there’s an urge for us to start scribbling on top; when the paper is full with different handwritings, we would then wish for a blank paper instead. This is us, and how we react when we lost the things that we possessed, be it the memories, an object or a person.
