" (...)
I don’t remember the way every song goes.
I can’t recall ever y person I’ve met.
I get names mixed up all the time.
I’m terrible with birthdays.
But I remember all the ways people have affected me.
How our stories became memories.
And if you were enough then you’re in there somewhere.
Maybe it was a truth or dare kiss,
Or a simple act of kindness,
one that reminded me to remember this moment
and mark it as a memory , so we could both have it to look back on.
From this life, I’ve drawn conclusions so big,
They can’t fit into the tiny comic book boxes,
Because I don’t wanna risk losing the detail,
Just so I can make the story fit.
It’s not a trick.
I remember how things felt.
Which in turn makes me remember how things happened.
(...)
I’m pretty fantastic.
It’s not magic.
I remember because I make comparisons.
Not in terms of better or worse, just different.
And not all of these memories are great, but they’re mine.
Which lends way to believe,
That none of our lives are put together on an assembly line.
We’re not pre-packaged with memories or programmed with stories.
We have to make our own.
(...) "

― Shane L. Koyczan , Remembrance Year