How many times have you said in your life: "I'll just write that down, so I don't forget"? And how many times looking back have you ever then asked yourself: "So what if I had?"
I've often felt slightly worried, disappointed or just a little sad that I easily forget things. Significant dates, childhood birthday parties, special holidays or even more recent things like what I did with my day off last Sunday. But the beauty of that is how often I've been delighted because someone else has reminded me of one of life's lovely little forgotten moments, and we've enjoyed several special minutes together reminiscing, remembering and rediscovering forgotten moments with the same delight you feel when you discover something precious lost behind the couch years ago.
The problem with the modern world is that we never get a chance to forget because there is always (and I mean ALWAYS) a digital device of some description immediately to hand capturing anything even remotely interesting ... and everything else that isn't.
Perhaps my attitude to this new way of archiving memory might seem a little unusual since I make my living taking photographs of families and weddings for exactly that purpose.
But in that role in recent years I have had a rare opportunity to see just how quickly our emotional experience of the world around us has been invaded by a questionable desire to prioritise capturing that experience instead of well ... experiencing it.