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No memory
#nomemory
Once upon a time, there lived a man who had no memory. He had no memory of his identity and where he was from. He was found wandering the streets by a kindhearted person who took him in and cared for him, but no one ever knew the man’s story. The benevolent person nor his own self.
The man’s host gave him a name out of sympathy and looked after him ever since. Everyday this lost soul would ponder upon his life, his identity and why did he end up without any memory. He sometimes asked people on the street, but no one had any answers. He soon gave up hope and resigned to his fate of living without answers.
The man had no recollection of his family, his fears and even his hobbies. He could not remember any friendships or relationships he formed in life. Every day of his existence had a single, unique flavor. A flavor of wandering blind but with more passion than anyone else.
This man made every moment his own, every day was an experience. His host was his father, his friends were kind strangers who stopped to talk to him. With no memory of friends, he wanted to make as many new ones as he could. He’d help out at the store and bring food to those in need on the streets. He worked hard and knocked on each door to experience the feeling of a friend.
The man traveled cities, countries, oceans and mountains with no recollection of his past. He kept relationships he formed and will carry these memories till the day he dies. He had no recollection of his past, but he created better memories for his future.
He has no recollection of what life was like before, but he has a stronger belief in being a kind, generous soul. The man experienced two beginnings - one when he was born and one when he was rescued from the streets. He appreciated them both in equal measure and made the most of not having a past.
The man may never know where he comes from and what his story was. But he’ll always remember how life began for him when he had n #NoMemory
Once upon a time, there lived a man who had no memory. He had no memory of his identity and where he was from. He was found wandering the streets by a kindhearted person who took him in and cared for him, but no one ever knew the man’s story. The benevolent person nor his own self.
The man’s host gave him a name out of sympathy and looked after him ever since. Everyday this lost soul would ponder upon his life, his identity and why did he end up without any memory. He sometimes asked people on the street, but no one had any answers. He soon gave up hope and resigned to his fate of living without answers.
The man had no recollection of his family, his fears and even his hobbies. He could not remember any friendships or relationships he formed in life. Every day of his existence had a single, unique flavor. A flavor of wandering blind but with more passion than anyone else.
This man made every moment his own, every day was an experience. His host was his father, his friends were kind strangers who stopped to talk to him. With no memory of friends, he wanted to make as many new ones as he could. He’d help out at the store and bring food to those in need on the streets. He worked hard and knocked on each door to experience the feeling of a friend.
The man traveled cities, countries, oceans and mountains with no recollection of his past. He kept relationships he formed and will carry these memories till the day he dies. He had no recollection of his past, but he created better memories for his future.
He has no recollection of what life was like before, but he has a stronger belief in being a kind, generous soul. The man experienced two beginnings - one when he was born and one when he was rescued from the streets. He appreciated them both in equal measure and made the most of not having a past.
The man may never know where he comes from and what his story was. But he’ll always remember how life began for him when he had n #NoMemory
