I relate heavily to what you're referring to.
Perhaps it has something to do with this.
https://steemit.com/life/@thegreatomski/thoughts-on-neuroplasticity
In any case, find solace in knowing the shadows and residual smells of memories and experiences once clear still linger as reminders of a life lived.
Imagine the clutter of a mind that lets go of nothing. Perhaps some can handle it but my brain feels noisy as it is. At least we keep the shell memories as trophies and memorabilia.
Anyway, best regards and happy Steeming! Thanks for writing.
I don't know what to think when my brain prunes the name of a friend. I'm trying to move more towards a life in which yesterday doesn't matter. My only fear is reaching a point of void feeling which pushes me over. Sometimes I want to find purpose, but instead of purpose I find excuses.
Until now my best solution is to assume I'm not here. Before I know it, I'll be on my death bed, devoid of regrets.