You get to a certain age where memories and the things that you miss consume a large space in your brain. This isn’t the case for everyone, but when I was young, I didn’t ‘miss’ as much because there wasn’t too much to miss. I had everything with me for that short while. I hadn’t accumulated as many memories to reflect on. Now that I am older, I spend half of my time sifting through the memories I’ve kept in tact. The other half of my time is spent living in the present, and lately I spend less time thinking about the distant future. My memories seem more fragmented. I’m here, then I’m there, and the more space I put in between my present self and the other memories, the more I miss. At the same time, I like to keep my memories short (I don’t like to stay still for too long), I’d rather have lot’s of different memories than one large unaltered one. So are these memories inevitable, if I seek that constant change? This is the present paradox inside of my brain.