Ok, so life is constructed by a series of memories and experiences. If memories come from experiences and experiences are memories, then what is life?
A colleague of mine at work replied:
Life is beautiful. Your quite right memories and experiences fill our lives, but they are our choice as to what we want these memories to be. Everyday is an opportunity to see new things, breathe fresh air, smell, taste, and feel, whatever we want. Without memories and experiences we would just exist, but without life we wouldn’t.
I do believe that she has a point. But I am still a figment of my imagination. So is everything, and when she asked why all the bad stuff happens, I replied, “It’s the collective imagination of everyone else that doesn’t really exist.”
A bit heavy?
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