I’m possessed with experiencing. Places, people, versions of love, cuisine, culture, art, ideas, technology, music, dance, exercise, oceans, animals, rituals, and mounds more for as many days as I get. My destiny list bulges with undiscovered options. I swear life has given us airplanes, cars, bicycles, boats, and definitely our feet to feed our urges for the unknown, access to the known, or merely the ability to connect us to beloved ones and sometimes necessity. I conclude we were created to make memories.
Once I yearned for tomorrows. The notion that better was coming, could be even brighter in the future, or that whatever nasty part of today might be replaced with an entirely new one seemed a nonstop focus of mine. Then it dawned on me how special every day can be if we make it so. Looking to fill my present as it ticks by with anything worth remembering has become a refined healthy habit. Craving crafting memorable moments has ushered in an eventful way of living.
Being somewhere I’ve never set foot before is deeply intriguing. There is a tangle I enjoy when entering a new climate. The smells, the change of customary clothing, the need to bring my own toilet tissue or remember to hold my breath under the shower water when bathing so I don’t accidentally swallow some foul water that might turn my tummy inside-out are a version of friction I subscribe to achieving. Climaxing mountain tops, tasting salt waters from many seas, and hiking nature trails or jungle wilderness wilds eternally coaxes me. Places, where one is best guided by their own mental acumen, are rip-roaring fun survival to me.
I’ve found chaotic traction being trapped for half a day when a mega monsoon appeared faster than my friends and I could run into the dilapidated beach bar during what began as a leisurely sunny walk along the quiet seashore in India. There was the immensely polka-dotted starry midnight in Fiji when I was staying with a local tribal family at their open-air home and had to ‘take a dump’ in the bushes in the dark without enough tissue. Even our bad bits are a marker of what we’ve weathered, surmounted, blasted to our past, or given us fire to wage a stronger future. But I doubt I’ll ever forget these winks of my life arc. Memories are just too important to forget all of them.
Making memories comes in all shapes and sizes. You can go it solo, wrap yourself in those you know, or surround yourself with a jillion tourists. Self-directed exploits make up quite a few unforgettable adventures I’ve achieved. I love to get lost in for a few hours in new places with nothing but time and a camera as my companion. Maybe you want to tempt that racy fantasy to have sex in the ocean with your lover because suddenly you two find yourselves dropped off to frolic the pristine waters of a secluded small private atoll for a few hours. Risqué and sensual instances where I’ve been ravaged with grace by a lovely man are definite peaks on my mind’s indelible list. Likewise, I’ve found that being tossed in the wake of thousands of protestors has its claim to fame and ingraining itself in my brain.
Memory has been cited as both a blessing and a curse. I’ve often envied those rare persons who are known to recall nearly every point they’ve lived. Sitting with family hashing about history thrills me. The comparisons of what I reminisce or someone else recollects and who relates to what ancestors truly stirs me to devour more about the memory of others, particularly when mentioning me. Then there are the contrasts to what I think happened and someone else’s retrospect. I’ve had many family or friends recite memories to me that I incredulously peer at them straining to fuse the flashback between synapses in my head for safe keeping.
I seek long sandy shores hugged by surfs that melted with distant cotton ball stacked clouds puckering up to smooch the sunset. Planting myself within unstructured or lavish landscapes has been an amusing, relaxing, challenging, or lively element to my memory bank. I’ll keep talking to tons of new men I meet with hopes of making a lifetime memory with one of them as my hubby one day. Unrelenting opportunity to embolden a plain day with enjoyable memories never ceases.
Superior motion is your memory machine. Chose wisely. Spend your time carefully. Make all your moments count. Invest in an inexhaustible array of remarkable memories. Find the beauty in what before was just another random day. Invent a reason for ridiculous merriment. Forge meaningful conversations. Don’t settle for abbreviations of your valuable time. Pack your life full of your preferred pleasure, philosophy, or
Memories are the luscious legacy that makes our today gleam and leave a lasting impression when we’re gone. Let there be a never-ending reserve of space for me and you in this world’s most interesting avenues. Memories are your living trademark.
May the expressions of you be a momentous mark!