You Had To Be There

We operate at the intersection of two worlds, with one made up of those things that have happened, and the other made of those that have yet to. A collection of experiences have hardwired the self that we claim as our individuality.

We often think of our memories as a perfect record of our lives, like a scrapbook we can flip through at any moment. But memories are really more like stories we tell ourselves. Each time we revisit them, we might alter small details without even realizing it. The lines between what truly happened and what we believe happened start to blur.

Ultimately, our memories aren’t a fixed history of who we are. They’re more like evolving narratives that shift slightly each time we recall them, changing bit by bit with each reflection, often serving as markers of the reasons we are who we are.