Last night I read a book of Murakami, titled "After Dark". It's yet another little master piece from this incredible author. Something you start reading and you can't put away until you have absorbed the very last word of it. And which yet leaves you with so many open questions that even hours later you still wonder.
There was one particular sentence in the book which made me think a lot: "Memories are maybe the fuel that people burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesnt matter as far as the maintanance of life is concerned". I always thought of myself as being somebody who lives in the present, with a strong look forward. But yet, this sentence made me reflect a bit on how many times a day I am actually living through some kind of memory. Most of the time, it's recent memories. Sometimes even just a word somebody said few moments ago. But sometimes it's also these completely sudden memories of things that happened a long time back, without any obvious concern for the present. I have often wondered where these sudden memories of seemingly unimportant things are coming from. Giving some credit to Murakamis thesis, they would simply be fuel due to the lack of any other memory fuel.
But on the other hand, memories are remnants of things that happen in the present time. In that sense, the fuel that keeps us alive are not the memories, but more so the things that we do, see and absorb each moment we live. Anyhow. It's late. Maybe I should stop for today to give too much thought to the things I read.
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