I started watching Black Mirror on Netflix, and the last episode of season 1 takes place in a futuristic time where micro chipped memory is evolving, and people have these implanted “grains” in their head. These microchips store every memory one’s ever been through, and allows them to go back, delete, replay, and visually share any moment they want to. Not everyone has one, but most people get it installed because it helps prevent the “implantation” of false memories, and what not.

This specific episode is about a jealous husband who senses his wife is hiding something about an old fling after they attended a party with him there. Jealousy overcomes the husband and he starts over analyzing everything, until he finds out his suspicions are correct. It turns out during a break in their relationship, his wife had actually slept with her ex. He forces her to show him the memory of that time, leaves her, and the episode ends with him cutting out the microchip from behind his ear.

This concept hit me right in the feels. The whole idea of micro chipping memories is not only controversial, but it could also be a serious possibility in the technological future. This episode threw life into a whole new perspective for me. After all, isn’t life all just one big memory?

In the beginning, you think it’s pretty cool how everyone’s reminiscing through a scroll dial in their eyeballs, but then it gets a little personal. You can replay anything you want, as many times as you want – which, repetitive exposure to old feelings could get dangerous.

While watching, I began to imagine it’s me who’s watching myself relive moments that are long gone. It’s a concept of technology that’s committed to taking you out of the ‘now,’ and brings you back to the past – somewhere you will never be able to inhibit again, yet it’s right there in front of your eyes. It’s a daring tease.

I start to get overwhelmed when I hear an old song, so I can’t even begin to imagine the millions of emotions that would start to come back from literally re-watching every detail of any moment I want. As cool is it might be to intently look back at all of the good things, it’s still an illusion to me.

This guy had finally felt the overbearingly painful truth in remembering through this loss of love. It made me hope that something like this doesn’t come about in the future, because although it documents your fully detailed life, it’s emotionally tormenting, even if what you’re watching is good. Who wants to drown in so much nostalgia that they don’t see the good in right now?

There are days that I’d kill to remember every single detail of, and there are ones that I wish I could get electrically shocked out of my memory. In reality, I can’t do either of those. As sad as it might be to lose something that once was, we've programmed ourselves to live off of this hope to be able to turn our present into more and more memories of the past. And serendipity tells me that's okay.

Memory is really all we have of this life. But that doesn’t mean we must savor every last bit into a microchip. We are already putting so much of our faith and securities into empty computer simulations, so much that we take for granted the air we breathe, the ground we walk upon, and the miracles that we are.

Forgetting a moment doesn’t make you weak -- it makes you human. That’s why our species, let alone this universe’s life are so mysterious. We don’t need to remember every single thing. What’s important will always be right in front of our eyes, our souls will make sure of it.