Memory is not a fixed entity but a reconstructive process influenced by context and experience.
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease; the happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.
If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.