Valuable memory.
People usually divide what we call "memory" into something valuable, something of little value, something fleeting, something secondary, and something that is not worth a dime.
Judging by what we are required to remember all our lives, starting from childhood, these are some poems by poets unknown to us, the multiplication table, the alphabet, and a bunch of everything from the school curriculum and what our parents will find valuable.
For example, my parents were proud that I knew the names of all the countries in the world and their capitals, could point them out on a world map, and I knew the beginning of paintings and their authors from most art galleries in the world... the alphabet and the multiplication table were also on this list of merits lol, but I didn't like it.
You know, out of all this and many other things that I didn't mention, the only thing that was useful to me in life was the multiplication table lol, everything else was something that was nice to know, but nothing more.
But what is truly valuable, in my opinion, I have forgotten, forgotten for the most part, and this memory is like the stump of a felled tree, which, although not yet completely hidden in the dense vegetation of the forest, is already little visible.
For example, my parents were proud that I knew the names of all the countries in the world and their capitals, could point them out on a world map, and I knew the beginning of paintings and their authors from most art galleries in the world... the alphabet and the multiplication table were also on this list of merits lol, but I didn't like it.
You know, out of all this and many other things that I didn't mention, the only thing that was useful to me in life was the multiplication table lol, everything else was something that was nice to know, but nothing more.
But what is truly valuable, in my opinion, I have forgotten, forgotten for the most part, and this memory is like the stump of a felled tree, which, while not yet completely hidden in the dense vegetation of the forest, is already little visible.
I consider the memory of communication with my parents and grandparents to be such a very valuable memory.
I remember something in snatches, but when I want to remember the details, they slip away from my memory.
I would like to remember the fairy tales that my grandfather invented and told me, but I remember only their outer shell without details.
I would like to remember the laughter of joy of my parents, who are no longer here, but I do not remember the reasons for this laughter... memory in this is like an old stump.
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