Meditations On Memories
I find myself sometimes thinking about memories. Particularly how sharp reality is versus my memory of reality?
For example, I went to Kauai last year which is a really beautiful place but while I was there I remember feeling kind of underwhelmed. The colors and the landscapes were duller then I expected when I experienced them first hand. However, when I go back and look at photos or close my eyes and imagine the coastline I am always amazed by the beauty. The colors in my imagination or on a photo seem to pop. The ocean are more blue, the jungle more green.
It’s almost like the memory of something is more vivid than the actual thing itself.
Is there a way to merge these two experiences?