Memory is a few lines snipped from a larger story that we are privileged to tuck away between the pages of our minds.
It’s not that I can’t remember. It’s that I prefer not to remember, which means that I prefer not to remember what not remembering did to me the last time I did it.
Always remember: a brand is the most valuable piece of real estate in the world, a corner of someone's mind.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don't wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?
It’s not magic. I remember because I make comparisons. Not in terms of better or worse, just different. And not all of these memories are great, but they’re mine.Which lends way to believe, that none of our lives are put together on an assembly line. We’re not pre-packaged with memories or programmed with stories. We have to make our own.