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I can’t remember 75% of my life.

With any great movie, I leave the theater with a “hell yeah!” feeling.

But the next day, life takes over and the movie fades from memory. Any time I try to recall it, only a few blurry scenes appear in my thoughts.

Am I upset that I can’t remember 75% of the movie? Nah. I’m just grateful that I got the chance to watch it in the first place.

Why do I need to remember all of it anyways? The movie’s over. Besides, memories are faulty, and they’re never as satisfying as the experience itself.

Can you see where this is going?

Am I upset that I can’t remember 75% of my life? All of the dinners, outings with friends, various emotional states, and achievements? Nah. I’m just grateful that I got the chance to live it in the first place.

Why do I need to remember all of it anyways? At one point, life will end, and all of my memories go with it. Besides, memories are faulty, and they’re never as satisfying as the experience itself.