Sunday, October 07, 2007

Memory


Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Those were the sad words of the tranquil old song running in the old bus’ cassette during my Memory trip to the past. The words that drew it all back to me. The words that reminded me of the days I miss. Every passing second is a Memory, I can’t count or remember the passed seconds. I am not sure how life should be measured, with the number of happy seconds, or the number of unforgettable memories? I decided not to count… decided to ignore every Memory… decided not to record anything and not to remember anything. Passed time cannot be lived again, not even in memories, all what memories do is to make us miss the days, miss the past, the past that will never come back. So… I decided just to live the minute without looking back, I decided to forget… I decided to live without a Memory.

Mena Mostafa

7 comments:

Fady Sedrak said...

Memories are the moments we can't forget from our lives .. It will live with us forever .. maybe you need to forget about the painful memories of the past .. but remember that this memories created the person you are now .. think of the memories of the future .. your dreams .. maybe we can't make a new beginning, but we can start today and make a new ending.

can't you remember the rest of the song? .. wait for the sunrise .. think of a new life .. after the dawn .. a new day will begin

"Daylight. I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin."

hOSAM said...

It's ironic we always prefer to live in dreams or memories rather than the actual thing. Erasing memory is a good idea to get past these default preference, if you know how to do it, let me know.

BTW, I am readin this blog and wondering, when will be your first happy-post? kol sana wenty tayeba!

hOSAM said...
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Mena M. Eissa said...

Life is full with good and bad memories, with happy and sad ones. I prefer to have a character built on top of and strengthen by memories rather than to have ones to remember, I prefer to be a memory myself than having a memory! And sure the day will come en sha2a Allah when I will talk about the life’s non-default memory, about happiness.

Mohamed Al-Khazendar said...

It's all about memory management policy. People like computer processes; everyone should have a policy to manage his memory. Some choose “Manual memory management”, and the others choose to use an automated “Garbage collector. You could only clear your memory, but can’t live without.
While clearing your memory, take care of the “Shared Memory” which you share with other (people/ processes). It’s very necessary to keep as it’s a way to communicate with them. You want also to know that all what you are playing with is a “Virtual Memory” while the “Physical Memory” would be away from your hands.
Did you finish clearing your memory? Wait, you didn’t. You just made this part available for ”reallocation” and you lost any pointer for its content. But the content itself would stay for a while and, with a small difference from computer memory, that obsolete content may affect your behavior in the next steps.

hOSAM said...

lol@khazendar.. nice analogy, reminds me of a relatively old post i did couple of years ago of similar superposition:
http://braingarage.blogspot.com/2005/01/uncollectible-garbage.html

Ahmed Kamal said...

I read once that one of the keys to happiness is a bad memory. But I don’t think the decision to ignore and forget every memory is right or even possible. It is just unfair. Maybe a more selective approach would do ..

Note: This entry reminded me of a dear “memory”. I used to love this song, especially the rendition of Barbra Streisand some twenty years ago. Later on I loved the original poem of T.S. Eliot more. But the music and the first encounter was “unforgettable”. Ahmed Bahgat has a book inspired by the same poem too. Thanks “for getting” this memory back to me!

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