One of the results of my obsession for time is the utter shock and, at times, the despair that I have little to no recollection of the detailed actions, thoughts, and feelings which have comprised up of my life. The brain is a processing powerhouse and is extremely good at retiring memories which it deems irrelevant to survival.
Over the last 10 or so years I have kept scrapbook of sorts, which contains the notes, ramblings, and (as I probably thought at the time) the stroke of genius that would change the world :P. I very rarely went back to read these once they were entered and some almost seem as though they were written by another.
As I go through these obscure and unstructured thoughts, certain patterns in my thought method, ideology, and feelings creep up. It is almost as though I have learned the same lessons, come to the same conclusions, and asked the same questions multiple times in different contexts over very wide timescales (separated by years and years). And, as a result, the following questions have been keeping me up at night over the last 3 or so years.
How many times do we learn the same lesson before it sticks?
How else could I record about my past? And what useful information could be extrapolated to speed up this learning process.
And, most importantly, how could my lessons impact others facing the same obstacles and vice versa.
I’m going to finish (for now) with this amazing TED video to help communicate the importance and sheer magnificence of visiting one’s own past to learn.