“I am what happens between the maternity ward and the Crematorium”

the first few years were a blur. there was moments of consciousness, the past was there but the details are scarce. forget the years before we were born, it is those early years of being a toddler that are also lost. trying to remember is like trying to remember a dream that you had vague moments of when you first wake up, you know it was there but the ability to speak of it are lost.

in the middle we remember the most. we are full of our ideas of what is going on and certain of where we are and where we are going. by defining ourselves with a set of ideas, friends, jobs and objects we are dead-set on what is there and here. certain of a reality in which we perceive and act center stage in, we are anything but lost.

at the other end the mind starts to play other tricks. you start forgetting where you are, who you are and what is going on. memory, or the lack of, plays its games again. like the sun setting into the horizon, the clarity is lost and darkness descends.  it can be scary, but also its a blessing. you forget the problems that were plaguing you, the world and your body. the connection is lost.