Up until recently, amnesia always seemed like the worst thing that could ever happen to me. Who could I be if I couldn’t remember? If we are nothing more than products of the people we’ve met, the situations we’ve found ourselves in, and the experiences we’ve been fortunate enough or unfortunate enough to live, who would I be? ..And not knowing who I was always seemed like the wort of fates I could imagine. Until recently.

Who would I be if I couldn’t remember? I’d be a new person everyday. I wouldn’t remember the positive things that happened to be, so maybe I’d be that much more appreciative of positive things when they did happen—because they’d be a new experience everyday. I’d be a new person everyday. I wouldn’t be fatally tainted and jaded by misfortunes of my past—the things that seem to most mold who we are as we grow. I wouldn’t be worried about yesterday or tomorrow. Maybe I’m naïve even to wish that I wasn’t affected by yesterday or plagued with worries of tomorrow.

I just wanna be a new person everyday.