anamnesis

Memory is an incomprehensible thing. Sometimes, i feel like i do not want to forget anything, because everytime i forget something, it will almost seems like it had never occured. All my pass, once i forget them, their existence disappear, literally. It's happening slowly, slow but steady, and there's nothing much i can do about it. Every word, and alphabet here is created and recognized by our memory. If no one continue to affirm, remember and recognise them, they too will cease to exist. Therefore, you can almost say everything must exist for a purpose. Even though i do not know what my real purpose is, i continue searching, fulfiling as many other purposes as possible, otherwise, with the passing of each moment in time, this very moment will become mere memory in the next, too frail, and probably cease to be real.