It's hard to say where I drew my inspiration with this one. Funny thing, I can't even remember how this one got started. Maybe you can tell, but it's about an older woman who's suffering from Alzheimer's Disease. In her room, she has photo albums sprawled out, old toys and mementos, with pictures hanging from the ceiling, trying desperately not to forget the memories of her past.

Good or bad, however big or small, a memory is a precious thing, and collectively they define who we are. I’m reminded of something I did once when I was a kid. I wrote a letter to my future self, stashed it away on my computer, so that by the time I read it, I will have forgotten all about it. Sure enough, I stumbled upon the letter while I was cleaning out some files, and boy was it hilarious! It was like I was getting schooled by a complete stranger! It made for a good laugh, but more importantly it reminded me of the simple days. I had such high expectations of myself, based on the letter I wrote. I expected I’d be doing this and doing that! But by the time I read the letter, I had forgotten all about those dreams. I got distracted with work to the point where the dreams I had as a child gently slipped away from me.

I think many people can sympathize with this woman because most have experienced the slipping away of our precious memories. Where did the dreams of our youth go? Where and when did we lose our ambition? Have we forgotten why it is we loved what we love?

Just a thought, really. It's going to be a while before I finish this one, so I decided to just post it up for now.