Memory

Over the past few weeks, I've been trying really hard and making a point to blog on a daily basis.

But of course, failed miserably.

(As if it isn't obvious.)

Why the sudden motivation, you asked?

Well, I was browsing through my blog archives the other day, and all of a sudden, I realised that I don't even remember some of the things that I blogged about.

Granted, they are not always interesting. As you know, I mostly blog about mundane things that happen in my small little life.

Bee once asked me, "Why do you always blog about us not doing anything?"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Because, sweetie, when we are actually doing something, I wouldn't have the time and energy to blog, would I?"

So yes, they are all just simple ordinary things that happen in your everyday life. Mostly, my random ramblings and rants.

But, correct me if I'm wrong, these little things are essentially, the essence of one's life.

And there is much to be said about documenting these little things. If not for anything, then at least, to bring a knowing smile to your face when you read about it later on in your life. I guess that explains why people have been keeping diaries since ancient times.

I'm never good at keeping a diary. Or a blog, for that matter.

Because I always thought I will remember.

I've always believed that I will remember.

I mean, how could I not? This is my life we are talking about.

But I don't.

I couldn't even recall some of the points I jotted down as drafts with the intention to write a complete entry later on.

It is as if someone has hacked into my brain, deleted some of the files and emptied the recycle bin.

If I had not written about it, it would have been as if they never happened at all.

It shocked me stone cold.

Maybe it's a sign of aging. I'm starting to realise how unreliable our memory is.

And it scares me.