There is no secret. Your life follows you everywhere you go. It is all neatly packed in your mind, with it's wants and desires, struggles, adventures, traumas, friends, family. It's all in there and, in the morning when the light of the day hits your retina, it all boots up.
Would it be strange if it was otherwise?How would it be to wake up one day with complete amnesia not knowing anything about yourself. A blank slate, a formatted HDD. Would you want your mind back? If you do, I hope you know at least.. why? The answer is not; because I can't live without it, look further.
You've lost your mind and now you want it back. The irony of the situation. It's in the garbage, and the garbage been taken. It's gone forever.
You look around, panicked but not too much so, you're not sure whether you should panic because you don't know what you have lost. Take your time to make sense of it. You were just born anew.
Would it be strange if it was otherwise?How would it be to wake up one day with complete amnesia not knowing anything about yourself. A blank slate, a formatted HDD. Would you want your mind back? If you do, I hope you know at least.. why? The answer is not; because I can't live without it, look further.
You've lost your mind and now you want it back. The irony of the situation. It's in the garbage, and the garbage been taken. It's gone forever.
You look around, panicked but not too much so, you're not sure whether you should panic because you don't know what you have lost. Take your time to make sense of it. You were just born anew.
