Remembering..

I don't want to forget my life. Forget who I am, what I did, people I met...

And having a real memory problem makes me worry about what I will remember about myself in some time. That's why I keep this diary. Yesterday I was thinking about why we always want to capture things, happenings, moments... even the little ones. Why? What for? Doesn't that makes us live less in the moment?? Where goes the will of being in the moment? Can we really do that? Aren't we always somewhere else at the same time?

A friend talked about God yesterday and it was funny and interesting. I always learn something from people, even things that I don't like or agree. And that's what living is all about, isn't it? To learn, grow, be someone better... and somehow, find your place, find yourself. Anyway, what's wrong with religious people?? Why they always have to think that there's only one way to reach what they call "God"? And then everyone else is wrong, they are the only right human beings on earth. Is it that difficult to understand that there is no truth outside? And at the same time there are no lies. Nothing wrong, nothing right... only things that fit or not, that are allowed or not, that groups of people understand and accept or not... it's all about us, humans, and what we create for ourselves, for our lives... and for what we call society. Yes, we invented a lot of things; it's more about control then anything. We need the comfort zone. We need security. We need to be sure about limits.

And we need to break them.

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