Little hooks in the wrinkle of time

 Our youngest fondly remembers a day when he was about 7. He was taking part in a summer golf clinic, and I picked him up afterwards and brought him a burger to eat. So we sat there in the setting sun watching some people tee off while we ate. He repeatedly reminded me of this scene in the following years telling me that he was the happiest then as he can remember.

 

Go figure why this particular memory was so meaningful to him, but that’s how we are all wired. For some reason or another a memory burns itself into our brain and we take it as part of our story. Sometimes when we mention that meaningful memory to the people, we were with they say that they have no memory of this event whatsoever. That’s when it hits us, it’s our story!

 

There is no problem with having a happy or not-so-happy recall, but it hit me today that these memories are really the counterpart of every wish, will or future expectation that we have. I have stopped thinking much about the future as I have learned that today is as good as it gets, and no one really knows what the morrow brings. Likewise, no need to rest in the past either.

 

I picture those significant moments just as the burning desires someone might be carrying around as little hooks in the wrinkle of time. They probably have an impact in a law of attraction kind of fashion, but they are unlikely to make our lives better off in any way. These days I just notice these hooks and move on with my life. There is no self if we don’t spin the story.