I love this quote by Aldous Huxley. Because isn’t it so true? The stories we tell just through experience and memory are often better than any book we can pick up and read. The only tragic difference between a book and memory is that we cannot re-read our memory. It is stuck in our minds to reminisce about, but we can truly never have that same experience ever again. As an avid reader, there is nothing better than being able to pick up my favorite novel and re-read it each year. Every time I find a new favorite scene or discover something new, but nonetheless the feelings I get when I read the book remain the same. The trouble with memory, we can reminisce all we want, but as each day and year that passes those memories become more faint and blurred. We become further removed from the scene, the feelings we felt and the stories we shared.
Edit: I stumbled upon this fascinating article today that says:
“The brain, it seems, does not make much of a distinction between reading about an experience and encountering it in real life; in each case, the same neurological regions are stimulated.”
Funny how this ties in remarkably well with my post.
One of my closest and favorite friends told me that 2012 was going to be an interesting year, full of great change. At the time, I halfheartedly agreed. Perhaps because 2011 was a big year for me, full of great change. How could 2012 be any bigger than that? But as January turned into February and February into March, I slowly began to believe it. And now, as March is half over and I can confirm that 2012 is going to be a big year. March has already been an extraordinary month – record-setting above normal temperatures…several days 80º and sunny. This is unheard of in Minnesota. Normally, March is a month full of slush and wet, dirty snow. Instead, our coats have been put away, skirts and sundresses removed from the bins under our beds, and bare feet emerge in sandals. This has been a beautiful freedom.
Spring stands for renewal, rebirth. We say goodbye to winter and welcome fresh air, green buds and sunny afternoons. Rain washes the sand and salt on our sidewalks and we prepare ourselves for the new year.
Change isn’t going to happen, it is happening right now. We will see if I am ready for it.