Memories Are A Blessing

I wonder sometimes if humans are the only part of nature that contains the capacity for memories.

They are precious and sometimes a curse but regardless they are a common element of the human experience.

We all have them.

They are connections to the past and guidance when making decisions on the future.

Sometimes I have to smile and wonder about some of my more stupid mistakes but it seems that they've led me to where I am today.

I watch how some animals can seemingly adapt to new circumstance, radical changes with what appears to be complacent means to let go of the experience and conditions that were part of their lives only minutes before.

Do they not have memories?

As I get older, I’m both worried and marveling about how my memories seem to serve me well but, that short term stuff is not sticking as well as it used to.

I’ll hang on as well as I can.  As well as I’m allowed to and try to make sense of what is left and what is yet to come.