You know something? I think we all exist for a reason. Memories. Without memories we don't exist. I mean think about it. When we think of each other, we think of how the people we know make us smile and laugh, or tense up with anger and hate. Or maybe nostalgia and regret. When we don't think of each other, it's almost like we're not there, not existing. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
Maybe that's why we die. Once someone remembers you, to the point that they can almost visualize you, sitting there in front of them, doing everything they imagine you would, you are no longer needed. Your purpose has been served and the people in your life don't need the physical presence when it's been forever locked into their minds.
Or, maybe they forget. You are no longer apart of their daily routine, their everyday setting. You fade into the back of their minds, cast out for good. They forget you out of existence, until you are gone.
Memories are life.
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