Memories

I watched a movie today - Mithya. It is about this struggling actor who without any effort, manages to get involved with 2 underworld gangs. He resembles Don of Gang X . Gang Y kills the original don and sends him to destroy the gang X. As fate would have it, after he joins Gang X as their don, he meets with an accident and suffers from amnesia. Gang X and its members (who think he is the original don ), including the original don's wife, kids look after him, hoping he will recover. Now, this guy doesnt remember a thing, he doesnt remember that he is not a don. He believes in whatever he is told by the people around him. He starts to believe that it is his family and his children, and she is his wife. He starts to live the life of the original don.He became a good father...a father the kids could relate with. He became a good husband..more likeable, more loving than the orignal don.Why am I writing all this is....because it made me think...how important are my memories. I am me because of what I know of me....I know because of what I remember of me. If I had to wake up tomorrow morning not remembering anything..? would I still feel the same way about my job? would I still love my freinds & family like I do? If not ,then what? I am all of this...if all of this is erased then what will I be? sounds scary.It made me realize that I should be thankful for my memories..even the bad ones. Because since I have them, I can understand myself, I can understand why I react in certain ways to certain things...why I feel a certain way about something. Though some memories are very painful, so painful, that even today, it can make me cry bitterly for days. Sometimes, I dream them..and it hurts. But, they are such an important part of me. I keep wishing they would go away. But today I feel, that is not the right approach. I need to get over the feelings, the hurt associated with them, but I should not forget them, as I have lived them..and it is those moments that I have experienced have "made me". I am nothing but the times that I have lived..both good and bad.I am almost 28 years old. Today I thought very carefully about this phrase "28 years old".I have been around for 28 years - 10220 days - 245280 hrs. I have seen, heard, learnt, experienced, felt,grown, changed in every second of those 245280 hrs. A lot of this is stored in the conscious levels and a lot in those subconscious levels of my memory. And all of what is stored, makes me "me".I may not be very happy about some of my experiences, but am sure glad that I have my memories.