Aubade #8 – Forgot Password?
They say the human brain is the most powerful computer. Oh, that’s a lie! My brain is an old “Pentium III” that has 800 passwords saved and doesn’t remember a single one properly.
The other day I got an email: that old cloud service I used years ago is shutting down permanently. Panic. Because on that server, it’s not just photos stored, but the digital archive of my “golden age”: my first music demos, unfinished stories, drawings, 3D models… in short, my soul’s “backup.”
And, of course, I didn’t remember the password. I tried everything stored in my passive memory’s “service,” and, chronologically, I used everything… nothing. Then I tried a more aggressive approach – digging through my browser’s saved passwords. Still, nothing was found. Then the door closed… in short, the system told me: “Too many incorrect attempts. You are temporarily blocked.” I was like, “Okay my friend – I’ll keep that in mind”…
And so, I’m sitting here now, waiting. I pressed the “Forgot Password?” button and I’m waiting for that magical “password reset link” that’s supposed to arrive in my email. The system tells me the “link has been sent,” but nothing has arrived yet. Maybe it went to spam? Maybe the other side also needs confirmation that I want the recovery? I don’t know…
Anyway, this story teaches me one thing: some things are so precious that you should never forget their “password.” Or, at least, write it down somewhere.
And while I wait for this “reset link,” I’m thinking… maybe all of life consists of such “links”? Little, strange hints the universe sends us to restore “passwords.” But we either don’t notice them or let them go to spam.
Until now, I just knew my files were safely floating in the virtual clouds. I probably didn’t even remember them. If I hadn’t seen this email, they would have disappeared just like childhood memories. Now I know that my past creativity exists somewhere, abandoned and locked up, in a single dilapidated “shack” that will soon collapse. I treated them with indifference and sentenced them to loneliness. Karma decided to punish me.
No! They mustn’t disappear! I’m trying to save them with all my cyber-strength. And finally, when I feel helpless, when I reach the limit of my willpower, I’ll resort to the very last method: contacting the support service (if they are still alive).
Sometimes I think I’m going crazy. It’s like I’m here and somewhere else at the same time. My mind lives one ordinary day, my soul – travels in a parallel universe.
Man, what nonsense – I’m sitting here like an idiot writing some madness about a password… I couldn’t think of anything better…
And you know what’s most important? I don’t resist this madness. I don’t keep the door completely closed. Because it’s exactly in these “glitches,” in these strange hints, in these parallel universes that the real stuff is hidden. The stuff that makes it worth being juuuust a little crazy.