12/05/2025
I have a problem with remembering things.
Not in the way you might think. No, there’s nothing wrong with my memory. Yes, I remember my childhood. Yes, I remember my social security number. Yes, I remember what I ate for breakfast this morning.
But that’s not the problem. The problem is when I’m grocery shopping and walk past the cereal aisle, and still remember your favorite brand. It’s when a song plays and I still remember how my sister and I would dance to it as kids. It’s when I’m reading through a menu, see the Caesar salad, and still remember how it was my best friend’s go-to order. It’s when I’m back in my hometown and still remember all the memories I’ve made with people no longer in my life, but I’ll remember them, the memories and the people.
Moments like these are scattered throughout my day, everyday. The problem is that I vividly remember everyone I’ve ever loved in my life, I’m a collection of memories of people I care about. Pieces and traces of what once was, stitched into who I am today.
I try not to get too lost in it, but sometimes a memory catches me off guard. I’ll remember something about someone, and suddenly I’m reliving entire chapters of my life. Missing versions of myself that existed only around certain people. I drift. I detach. I dissociate. I let time pass while I sit in the past stuck with my thoughts, missing the present.
I’ve gotten better about it, there’s a reason why people come and go, and most people do. But no matter how much time will pass, I still remember them.
Maybe I’m too sentimental. I’ve heard that before and honestly, I think they’re right. Of course I’m sentimental. Pieces of everyone I have ever loved will stay with me, sometimes those pieces are all I have left.
All time ever does is pass
and all I ever do is remember,
will this feeling last forever?