Wrench in the works.

I feel as though I have so much and so little to think about simultaneously. At random intervals each day, my mind swims with fun, cool, interesting things. Revelations, ambitions, manners in which I could find personal betterment.. But as soon as I say "what was that thing that I thought of earlier.." Poof. Gone... It's aggravating and disheartening. If I could ask to be better right now in one skill above all others, it wouldn't be for something like athletics or academics. Nope, if I could enhance a single ability, it would be my memory. If I could simply recall the things I've daydreamed, or the consequences of my mistakes, or my methods of rectification for those mistakes, I could place them all neatly on a table and piece them together like a jigsaw puzzle. I could poke and prod at these things, find what makes them tick, adjust them, perfect them, and in turn, I would be a better person. I feel as though this is the only snag on my sleeve holding me back from a greater sense of accomplishment, and yet it's such a daunting hindrance to overcome. Acquiring a Better Memory: A Simple, Step-By-Step Instruction Booklet. I wish.