Every moment is a memory for the future.
I sometimes think the digitalization of photography ruined that a little. These days we take a million photos on our phone, many of which are dispensable because the memory isn’t ‘quite right’.
This week i got my Polaroid camera out and it got me thinking about replaceable memories. With this instant camera I get 10 photos per cartridge and they aren’t exactly cheap. Makes me think before taking a shot because I don’t want to waste. I can’t just delete it and try again.
There’s an interesting parallel to be drawn between this idea and the life we live.
How much of our lives have become replaceable memories? How much was lived purposefully?
I’ve been spending hours sorting through and trying to catalog thousands of photos in my back-up drives. Tedious! So many photos were repeated, similar or of no value at all, and deleting them made me feel a bit guilty.
Kinda wish life was the same but one doesn’t just go about deleting chunks of life and its memories and hope to never acknowledge them again. Makes the responsibility of living a life of purpose so much greater, no? After all, at the end of the line, nothing could be worse than wasted memories!