strings of life

I have to many memories. They come blasting into my mind when ever they want. I must mention that I am very tactile, need to touch and smell everything, maybe that is where the memories come from. Just about anything that I do makes me think of other times in my life. I have to consciously demand my mind to stay in the present. I am able, in any second to wander off to places far away, or long ago, as if I am still there. As if a string has attached to my psyche and I am still connected to the past and past places, people long dead, or gone out of my life by miles and circumstances. Sometimes, it can be frustrating, or frighting, sometimes it is welcoming, warm, comforting, familial, a place where maybe I would be... you know just me. Not trying to be what others want me to be.
We wear many hats in our lives, maybe to many.
I usually cut the strings, stay where I am and go about my business, paying bills, playing with my grandson, doing the everyday chores that we all have.
But sometimes if no one is around and I have the time I go where the strings will take me to the past. Good, Bad, Indifferent, trying to figure out what this life is all about.
Pat