Losing Memories

Now I feel so relief that I decided to post those pictures on facebook or these writings on blog. I am not a best friend of technological devices. First, I dropped my camera pocket during conference trip in Boston. I was not able to take more pictures though the trip hadn’t finished yet. Second, I had my notebook broken in Japan despite I was sure I didn’t do anything weird. It was running well in the afternoon before I shut it down. Suddenly after evening class, it was all black. The repairman said something had infected the motherboard. I almost cried in the shop if I didn't remember doing that thing would not change anything. I lost dozen of pictures I collected during my stay in Japan. Fortunately, few months earlier, I decided to buy an external hard disk and copied half of my memories. Third, few weeks ago, my external hard disk stopped running. Brought it to the repairman and they gave the bad news I didn’t want to hear. Something had terribly broken the head and they couldn’t recover the data unless I brought them the same hard disk. For the sake of human race, where would I get the exact type of hard disk?

I lost all my memories. Documents, pictures, movies, and songs. Those I collected through sweat, disappointment, tears, worry, yet happiness. I knew there won’t be any trouble to get the movies and songs, but still it won’t feel the same. Thus, I am glad I have some back up, in form of writings on blog and pictures on facebook.

However, a senior encouraged me that “no matter how hard you try to keep memories alive, there will be moment to let it go. To create other great memories.”
Or a quote from a recent movie I watched, Honey and Clover, “the time when everything turns into memories will eventually come.”

I might be trapped too deep in the past and now time to release and climb the stairs. I hope I am right.