I was driving down the street the other day, and like sometimes happens, a thought came to my mind of a time gone past. I’m sure similar things happen to you every now and then. It was a memory of a time when my friend and I had this adventure. “Adventure,” is a big word, and this life-event was not all that big at all. It was just a thing that happened in the ever-evolving landscape of our lives. But, “Adventure,” sounds good. So…
 
Anyway, it was just a thing. But, a thing that only he and I experienced. No one else was with us. And, I never told anyone about it, and I doubt that he did, as well. Because, it was no big deal.
 
Yet, it was a strong enough event to pop back up into my mind all of these years later.
 
That friend of mine passed-away a few years ago. And, the thing I realized from all of this was that, I am the last one who experienced that experience—who knows about that experience.  When I am gone, it will be gone.
 
Certainly, in my life, that was not the only experience that I only experienced with one other person. And, moving beyond the, “Me,” is this thought process, think about how many people, all across the globe, throughout the hands of time, that have had an experience with only one other person. It was known, it was lived, then they died, so what became of the experience?
 
I’m sure you’ve had an untold number of experiences, experienced with only one other person, as well. What will become of those experiences when they and you are gone?  
 
For each of us, through all of the experiences, one-on-one or otherwise, that we’ve had, they hold a place of not only memory in us, but also a place where emotions are generated. I mean, some of these one-on-one experiences I’m sure we’ve really liked. Some we’ve really hated. Some, like the one that stirred my thinking about this, was really no big deal. Yet, it was lived. It was lived by my friend, who is no longer here, and I, who is.  
 
All of these experiences… They mean something to us; to you and to me. But, to no one else. Even if you tell someone about them, that other person was not there. They didn’t live it. Thus, they can never truly understand and experience what it meant to you.  
 
So, what do experiences really mean? If they are not charted to the realms of some form of forever; they are here, they are gone, then they are forgotten; lost to time and meaning nothing to anyone.

What do your experiences truly mean?