Wishes, Hopes, Dreams and No Expectations

I wish there was a way to instantly record thoughts and memories. A way to preserve them so I could hold onto them in a notebook or a computer. But notebook pages can get soaked until you can't read the letters and computers can get soaked until you can't turn them on. Then you are left with soaked pages and empty metal and still, nothing is preserved. People can live every day of their lives an angel and still end up with their bodies rotting in the ground. I know nothing lasts forever, I do, but why can't I stop myself from wanting it to? There are no guarantees that after I'm gone people will remember to care. There are no guarantees that the life I remember living is the life I led. There are no guarantees that my little cog will do anything but turn furtively forever. I hope not, but that's all there is. Wishes, hopes, and dreams for a world in which I can hold onto everything. A world that will never be real. A world I wish I could expect.