Pictures are such wonderful reflections of snapshots of our lives and capture the essence of the moment…and as much as they remind us of wonderful experiences, places and people…they also remind us often of how much we have forgotten. I wonder about my youth and my evolution…and I struggle with the gaps that are deep and dark, and some times just void of anything…memories and events simply lost, as if they never happened. For the most part I don’t miss them – hard to miss what you can recall having – so when a gap in my memory emerges and becomes defined I am torn by the dichotomy of feeling a tragic loss of the memory…and accepting that the unknown may be a blessing of some disguise. Overall though I think it’s a little sad that I can look at picture from my childhood and see myself clearly there…but have absolutely no recollection of the event or attach any emotion to the time or the relationships that are clearly evident. Irregardless, there are missing pieces and no matter the reason, the fact that sometimes huge portions of the memories of my young life are lost is a little troubling…because it will always reflect the incompleteness of the jig-saw puzzle of my life…jig-saw puzzlers will appreciate the frustration of such a thing!
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Lawrence Lewis
“If we lose our memory, we lose ourselves.” – Ivan Klima
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂