What is the earliest memory you have of your life?
The earliest memory I have, is of wooden banisters near the front door of the home we lived in until I was three years old. Out of all memories one could have, this is the one for me. I do not remember what was happening around me or what I was doing. I just remember the wooden banisters in my minds eye.
Years ago, when my father was visiting, we drove past that old house. I began to speak of this memory. He chuckled and said I would always play around those banisters near the front door because I loved racing my cars on the door mat. Looking at the outside of the house, there was no “ah ha!!” moment where I could remember our family living there. For me it was a nondescript mundane house.
I often wonder why this is my first memory, why it has stuck with me until this point of my life. We do not choose our first memory, it simply is our first memory.
This premise correlates heavily with life in general. For the most part, we cannot explain unequivocally why our lives turn out as they do through time. We experience childhood how our parents raise us. We gain personal experiences as our minds grow and develop unique perspectives and personalities. We build relationships with others dependent on shared values and thoughts.
We are in control of our lives, our destinies. Although there are mechanisms in place where life takes the reins. We do not have a say in which way life will take us. We simply adapt to the changing circumstances of life.
Without agility, life would be stagnant. Stale. Unforgiving. Without correcting our courses with changing paths in life, we cannot fully live in the present. Without learning from past memories we cannot fully live in the present.
Lastly, without living in the moment everyday, we cannot fully live in the present.