Memories ... A blessing yet a curse, ever changing who we are as a person. Sweet ones we embrace and bitter ones we escape. Good or bad, it doesn't matter, both but  bringer of change. . . . . . . . . . . . . I have no knowledge of the world  I don't know anyone. I don't know who I am. A strange system. And yet somehow. The fear. The uncertainty.  The chase after past present future. I find it thrilling. Have I lost it ?