Blank slates and a thousand different ways to write
As you are slowly struck with dementia will you realize that your whole journey up to the point where you are standing now are merely recollections of what you have done in the past. When you start to forget nouns and verbs, so are your memories of the weeks you spent on a countryside or the painful trip to the ICU become nothing but a blur and gone, as if they had never happened in the first place. Perhaps the time would come when your whole life is reduced to a single moment of your childhood, your first memory ever when you were looking through red curtains and felt pretty under the sunlight. When Alzheimer finally wins, what is the whole point of life but breathing and eating? Will it dawn on you, that your days are only as good as your previous days made you?
But it doesn’t matter if in the end you can hardly remember anything, to become a tabula rasa not worth becoming. Because you can only reason living with the moments you are making. Because yesterdays hold only as much worth as a simple tomorrow might become.
So, carry on.
