The silence before the storm, the bud with innateness of the nature wishing for the day it becomes a flower, a child seeing the first light in this world, the crashing of tectonic plates to give life to nature’s magnanimous catastrophe. You see whether it’s good or bad, everything has to start.
If something never starts, it never exists.
Existence has to start ‘existing’ per se.
When do we start to exist?
That is a very valid question.
What is the first memory you have of yourself?
When did you become conscious of yourself?
You as a person, as an awesome entity on this Earth, started that day.
That moment is gold.
Do you remember it or have lost it?
Memories are tricky. Your brain relies on the mechanism of episodic memory, which is essentially reliving your past experience. The more you don’t connect with that moment, the more the memory fades.
The good news is it’s not gone.
It is stuffed somewhere inside the nook and cranny of your brain.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
These are the most famous lines from the poem “The Seven Ages of Man” by William Shakespeare.
Why did I mention this here?
As we move on with our lives, we have the tendency to forget the beautiful moments that led us here. Along the passage of your time, the problems in life become the prime focus of our being. All the sadness, loneliness, dejectedness inside us keeps on accumulating.
We tend to forget the good because of the little bad we had.
Today with the aid of Shakespeare, we will dig the goldmine that is our own memories and find abundant happiness, joy and laughter inside.