A First Memory

If I have the chance to occupy one more dimension in addition to the four time-space dimensions, I would be able to see multiple replicas of myself doing different things in different times. Each one of these replications is unique and independent of any other copy. That, certainly, means I am not the same person one minute ago, much less 20 years ago.

Anyway, don't take my word for it.

Any of the 9000 taste buds any of us have are no older than 10 days. Interesting, huh?

What about the lungs? 2 to 3 weeks old at maximum.

Your skin is two to four weeks old.

While the skeleton lives for about 10 years, the heart can make it to be 20 years old.

So, in a span of 20 years, many parts of each of us cease to exist. In the mean time, a whole new us come to living.

Let's stop here and think of what holds the memories, the brain.

The brain, as well as the eyes, are always as old as we are. Once they are gone, they are gone.

Since the brain is the container of our memories, it remains as a sole evidence that parts of us lived in the past. But these parts of us are not us, at all.

We are not who we were in the past, and our future selves are going to be totally different persons.

I like to describe it as a moral obligation to our ancestor selves to keep their words, promises, and dreams living. But it's not anything further.

OhLife.com

A couple of days ago, I found a really cool website that makes it possible to send emails to my future self. It sounded like fun at the beginning, but after a moment it turned really emotional. I felt something for the future me! I started to think of him as a son. I felt that I care for him, I love him, and I want to provide for him.

This parental emotion seems instinctive, I really can't help it.

I just sent him a happy birthday wishes, and I'm sure he will be excited about it.

Honestly, I know that I might never meet him, but all I want from him is to not hate me. Is it too much to ask for?