Memories

I am always surprised at the way people remember. Most of them seem to remember whatever is popular in this moment, or how they would have liked things to be.

They remember themselves as engaged, thoughtful parents even if they were simply parents who occupied a space in the room.

They produce memories to validate what they need in this moment more often than what really occurred.

It is as if a Hallmark movie revised and edited their life, replacing all the mundane truths and sad omissions with once upon a times.

What they forget is the real once upon a times included evil witches, dark fairies, and scary adventures overcome by acts of bravery, intuition, and action.

It isn't the king simply doing his job that changes the story. It is the king getting down off his throne and going to school to find out what he can do to facilitate the prince's education, then doing it. Three simple things that require his time, his courage, his action and his patience, then his long suffering perseverance to see it through. These are not easy things to do in a world that worships power and money, Disneyland and beaches, over the future of one struggling child.

In the end it does not matter how something is remembered, because, good or bad, the echoes of the truth become the foundation of the future.