memories

Sometimes I think that what I remember and what comes back to me is very little, and it is, these are only fragments of memories, taken out of context, mixed up and changed by technical memory… all my memories have very serious clues, it could have happened and everything shows me that it did happen…

My whole life, decisions, choices… all of this doesn’t matter, because if it’s my second life, it has no meaning anymore, but don’t let that fool you, because it’s easy to get stuck in the false belief that life itself has no meaning and is banal, believe me, life is not banal at all, I know what I’m talking about…

Situations, places, people — and much more.
All of it is coming back to me.
Everything has its place in this puzzle.
There’s a reason why I was where I was —
and a reason why I later discover I’ve actually been in those places,
where strange things happened to me…
things I wouldn’t normally remember.

On the surface, everything seems normal.
But the memories return —
fragments, scenes, echoes…
and they’re tied to very specific places and moments.

Nothing is random.
Not anymore.

This has gone on for too long to ignore.
There’s far too much of it for any of it to be a coincidence.
And no — I don’t feel bad about it at all.

It gave me a lot.
It taught me even more.
And it’s still teaching me — every single day.

I came back…
and everything changed.
I changed.

And now —
everything finally has its place.