A Person’s Identity Consist of Memories, Or Does it?

I used to be able to organise my thoughts quickly. But the lack of practise has reduced me to chaos and confusion. Right now, I merely seek to find myself and the multitudes of unwritten insights I once had. The feeling of apathy is undescribably mundane. It is especially alarming when sweet memories of the past no longer pull your heartstrings. What more when you can’t be sure if the memories you hold dear stay intact. At times I gaze outside to admire the dark expanse of night, taking in the silent winds, only to realise that in the battle of life, I have lost many people. Perhaps I made some mistakes, but I shan’t be so arrogant to claim all responsibility for the blunders. I apologise that through these mere few paragraphs, I have lost you in...