“The time is ripe for looking back over the day, the week, the year, and
trying to figure out where we have come from and where we are going to,
for sifting through the things we have done and the things we have left
undone for a clue to who we are and who, for better or worse, we are
becoming. But again and again we avoid the long thoughts….We cling to
the present out of wariness of the past. And why not, after all? We get
confused. We need such escape as we can find. But there is a deeper need
yet, I think, and that is the need—not all the time, surely, but from
time to time—to enter that still room within us all where the past lives
on as a part of the present, where the dead are alive again, where we
are most alive ourselves to turnings and to where our journeys have
brought us. The name of the room is Remember—the room where with
patience, with charity, with quietness of heart, we remember consciously
to remember the lives we have lived.”
―
Frederick Buechner,
A Room Called Remember: Uncollected Pieces
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