Remember.

Remember it all. Remember everything.

Remember that goodnight kiss from your dying grandfather, the stubble on his face, his pajamas, his spot on the couch worn from usage, cancer eating him alive.
Remember the smell of cookies made for Christmas cooling on the wire rack.
Remember the touch of the first one you loved in the soft light spilling from another room.
Remember the kittens when you were five and how they crawled all over you.
Remember the fight when you were ten when you slammed his head into a car and wanted to kill him.
Remember the moment in high school when the bully pulled your pants down and you fought him like a fool when you should have played along and won with confidence.
Remember working late at night, alone, picking at the remains of Mexican food while the stereo blares angry music, while the office lights in the buildings around you flicker off, leaving you more isolated than a man on the moon with a broken spaceship.
Remember the sea of darkness.
Remember the taste of a perfect mango custard.
Remember an email that was confused and misconstrued.
Remember the frustration of being outside.
Remember looking up one morning and being sure that was god passing by the light was so beautiful.
Remember answering the phone in an action hero movie announcers voice.
Remember running after the dustdevil to get the picture and failing but laughing about it anyway.
Remember talking on walkie-talkies at dinner about oatmeal and metrosexual cows.
Remember the dead cow on the side of the dirt road and how sad such things are.
Remember spending hours crafting food no one else will ever taste.
Remember the close friend who died and how he became a mere acquaintance because of the confluence of events and dead relationships.
Remember the smell of that girl that never called you back and the one that did that was crazy.
Remember laughing and not remembering why.
Remember the wine that made you giddy.
Remember to forget and remember the things you need to.

Who you think you are is what you think you remember.

The problem with consciousness is that we remember the realities of the objective universe infinitely subjectively and, as such, our life is a dream we create that may have very little bearing on the reality of how we actually live. It is a curious conundrum.

Our memories fade, they morph, the transform to what we think about and soon there is no memory at all. Just a movie made for our own consumption.

We are those memories and those memories are created by us to form what we think we are. But are you really what you think you are? Are you that wondrous bastard who’d save the world if only you had the opportunity? Or are you just a delusional wreck of a person who, if you really pondered, had no idea whether you were dead or alive or stuck in a simulation?

Or are you a paragon of perfect consciousness? Have you reached a kind of Buddha state where you can hold the real living universe in the palm of your hand to gaze at in perfect light?

Or are you still struggling, still trying to remember what happened yesterday? And are you still trying to become who you remember you might have been?