I am always fascinated how we choose to remember things and events in our lives as well as how involuntary memories are pressed within us.
Memory sustains us while emotion destroys us. Do we choose our memories or do they choose us?
Do we remember more the joys of our lives or the tragedies?
Are shared memories more powerful than solitary ones?
Which sense most strongly embeds memories with us?
Will there come a time in each of our lives when we begin to live more in the past than in the present because the amount of things we remember will always outweigh the events we have yet to live?