I was watching an episode of New Amsterdam when a simple exchange stayed with me.
It was about memory —
and how unreliable it can be.
About how we build stories about ourselves, not on facts,
but on what we remember… or think we remember.
Since my first epileptic seizure, memory has become a fragile thing for me.
Some moments are gone.
Some events have faded.
Some faces remain only as feelings.
At first, that loss unsettled me.
Then, slowly, something else emerged.
If memories are uncertain,
if they shift, blur, disappear —
what is left to rely on?
The present.
What I feel now.
What feels safe now.
What brings peace, love, or quiet joy — now.
I’ve learned that memory doesn’t define who I am.
Presence does.
And presence doesn’t live in the past.
It doesn’t wait for the future.
It exists only here.
Now.
Have I told you?
Thank you for reading this. I wrote it for you.
If you’re curious about living in harmony with the seven colours of love —
Welcoming, Trust, Forgiveness, Freedom, Respect, Generosity, and Awareness —
feel free to reach out.
📩 You can email me at: Etienne@OUTandHappy.com
Virtual hugs and true love attached,
Etienne
(Pronounced: A-T-N — like an ATM but replace the M with an N… and money with wisdom.)
