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Here’s this week’s fantastic prompt;
Today you have been granted the opportunity to go anywhere, do anything, meet anyone, travel in time…whatever you wish, it is yours. Now, there’s a catch. (Isn’t there always?) When you wake up tomorrow… you will not remember any of it.
Although I surround myself with things I have never been a materialist. The things I have are not priceless family heirlooms, rather things members of the family no longer want or need which they offer to me, the magpie, to save a trip to a charity shop or perhaps so they get to see their things without having them in their own home.
The things I have kept from my own life spill out of the memory box into every part of my living space. I will never forget a friend of mine’s son asking if it was a pastie I had on my bookshelf… they were filled with books and randomly packed with life’s little treasures – but even a mad hoarder of memories like me keeps food in the fridge. It was a brown paper bag filled with Easter decorations, it was September.
As I packed my life into boxes to move house for the 16th time and hopefully the last time, I did a mental audit of realisation and I realised how much of my past I have held onto, to fill that hole that was created somewhere along the way.
How many of you have pencils that you wrote with as an 8 year old? Books you had as a child, notebooks that you have saved using pages from so you have the excuse of keeping them for the next few decades? Nothing is valuable, nothing needs to be saved. Nothing has any worth not even to me, unless I was to lose my memory and then perhaps the parchments would bring a spark of something back to me.
I am not a materialist. I spend on experience, on running away and travelling – I have stopped running – in my twenties I realised when I ran, I was still there and if it was part of me I was running from I really should stop and deal with it because like a shadow on the inside, it would always be there otherwise. Attached to me until I did something about it. But the wanderlust is sown deeper than the internal shadow and no matter how many times I hide my passport, I find it again. I choose to spend my money seeing things I wasn’t born next door to, rather than brands to wear on my back or fancy cars to drive. I live within my means so that I can create the most majestic memories, parts of my life. Experiences. And then I share them with others.
So I have the chance to meet anyone, go anywhere, experience anytime… like the rest of the world reading that I had lots of places I could choose and ideas didn’t take long to come to mind. And then I re- read the rest of the prompt – I wouldn’t remember it.
At first I decided that I wouldn’t take the wish – what would be the point if I couldn’t remember it?
Then I knew what to do. There are plenty of things I wish to do that I think would scare the life out of me – those things I am in two minds about. What a perfect opportunity to experience those and not have the memory of the fear or pain.
As for those list of things, I don’t remember doing, funny… now I can’t recall what was so important to me. I have no idea what it is I did.*
* How do you feel?
That’s the true treasure of life – memories and sharing them in the present.