Recently, I was looking through my things and I realized that in the past ten years I have no memories...no pictures, no souvenirs... nothing to show to my friends and family, and above all, nothing to look at and live good moments by taking myself back in time. This is kind of sad and it got me wondering about my identity as a human. Because, if I am looking into my family memories I guess it is the same thing....we don't have a hall of fame wall or pictures of our happy live together all around the house. And this is sad too. All the pictures I've found are from periods of time like: when I was 4 years old I cut my hair really short and i got punished by my parents and this was depicted in a photo taken by my uncle; from primary school I have a few photos something like 4 in 8 years with all the classmates and teachers; I don't have pictures from highschool; one time I was with my parents at the seaside they got a new camera and made a lot of pictures in 3 days; otherwise that is all. I guess we are not the type of family that want to depict every joyfull moment.
And yeah I am still sad. But not demotivated. Because I know I can start now building my hall of fame. It is never too late to start doing something. So wish me luck! :)