Memory
I have a really good memory about some things, and really bad memory about others. I can barely remember most of my experiences at college, except for a few notable ones. Like, I remember playing an outdoor show on the front lawn of the campus, plying guitar with my two mates Porthos and Hobbes, but I can't really remember much about it. Not any of the songs we played, not what the audience looked like, or anything.
I don't think back too much on things that don't directly affect me today. I am good with remembering various facts, but not so much personal experiences or impressions. I don't think about them, and they fade. It's not that they were not important or interesting to me at the time, but, of course, they did not continue to be.
I am sure these flaws in my memory would bother me if it weren't for the fact that I would forget about it pretty soon.
I don't think back too much on things that don't directly affect me today. I am good with remembering various facts, but not so much personal experiences or impressions. I don't think about them, and they fade. It's not that they were not important or interesting to me at the time, but, of course, they did not continue to be.
I am sure these flaws in my memory would bother me if it weren't for the fact that I would forget about it pretty soon.
"It is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance; which condition if he break, servitude is at once the consequence of his crime and the punishment of his guilt."
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