Whenever I think about the persistence of memory, I think about the art work of Salvador Dali. Mainly, his work with the melted clock hanging over the tree. In this work, time is morphed into a state of nothingness based on the lack of a clock. This clock is placed over a tree showing the connection of time with nature.
Nature is something that is always shown as being ever changing. I think memory is this same thing. As I prepare to go home for Thanksgiving break, I can not help but consider how my memories are ever changing. I am making plans to see friends when I go home, and it is amazes me how different my plans are to go home, and how much I will miss Iowa City while I am home.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but for arguments of this blog I will leave them out of the equation. I have made some of my best friends at home and I am thrilled to see them all. We are spread out across the country, separated by miles and time zones. I have my best friends, and I never doubt their importance in my life. I contemplate how these groups of friends have changed though.
I'm not friends with the same people I was even two years ago. With that being said, I'm not tied down to home anymore for reasons of friends and relationships. As a whole, I am not tied down anywhere. In a stage of life where I have to make decisions that are permanent, I am free as a bird to anyone and anything.
With these freedom, my memories are not persistent. My memories are as beautiful and ever changing as the people in my life. My memories are free to be created and to change with the seasons. As I float around like a leaf blowing in the fall breeze, I allow my memory to blow with me, knowing that the appropriate memories are being planted as seeds that will grow into seeds when time is appropriate.
Off to float...
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