Would you rather: lose all of your old memories or never be able to make new ones? Why?
I can’t decide if I cherish the past enough to never be able to make new memories. In this light, I seem to favour the former. However, if I lose my old memories, do I lose myself as a consequence? Will the collection of experiences and lessons of my past no longer bolster, encourage, and inspire me? If so, where will I gain new perspective? Can I trust the current Zeitgeist enough that it will foster a person of similar or even improved moral fibre?
Then again, if I never could create new memories, I would be stuck, for the rest of my life, replaying the events of the past. Surely that would become extremely pedantic.
So the choice is this: a tabula rasa or perpetual comatose of memory? Well, who doesn’t want to start over every now and then?
