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Hear, O children of reflection, the gentle yet profound words of John Dewey: “Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.” These words carry the fragrance of philosophy and the tenderness of lived experience. Dewey, the great thinker of education and democracy, speaks here of the mysterious union between time and memory, and how they shape the stories of our lives. What we live is one thing; what we remember is another. And through the passage of years, those memories are not mere records—they are paintings, reshaped by the brush of longing, hope, and the quiet desires of the soul.

The origin of this thought lies in Dewey’s vision of life as a process of growth, experience, and interpretation. He believed that reality is not a fixed stone, but a living stream, always reshaped by how we perceive and remember it. Thus, time does not merely pass; it softens, heals, and alters. Memory is not a cold archive; it is a living artist, transforming past sorrows into wisdom, past joys into treasures, past failures into stepping stones. Together, time and memory make life bearable, and even beautiful, when the rawness of the present would otherwise crush us.

Consider the story of Helen Keller. Struck by blindness and deafness in early childhood, her existence at first seemed locked in silence and darkness. Yet through the work of her teacher Anne Sullivan, she came to transform her reality. In later years, when Keller remembered her struggles, she did not dwell only on the pain; she told the story as one of triumph, perseverance, and meaning. Memory, shaped by time, had recast her hardships into a tale that inspired the world. Truly, Dewey’s words come alive here: reality was remoulded nearer to the heart’s desire, not by denial of suffering, but by the artistry of remembering.

History itself echoes this wisdom. Nations that endure war and suffering often retell their stories, not as endless defeat, but as journeys toward renewal. Japan, shattered by Hiroshima and Nagasaki, might have lived forever in despair. But time passed, and memory was shaped into resilience. The nation rebuilt itself, cherishing peace and industry. The horror of war was not forgotten, but transformed into a collective memory that guided them toward a better future. This is the artistry of time and memory: not erasing truth, but bending it toward hope.

Yet we must be cautious. If memory remoulds reality, it can also deceive. Some may remember past wrongs with bitterness, keeping wounds fresh instead of healed. Others may romanticize the past so fully that they blind themselves to its hardships, yearning for “golden ages” that never truly existed. Thus, Dewey’s wisdom also carries a warning: the artistry of time and memory must be used not to deceive, but to uplift, to create meaning that leads to growth, not illusion.

The lesson is clear: do not fear the sorrows of the present, for time will soften them, and memory will one day transform them into wisdom. Trust that your pains will become part of a greater story, shaped into something more beautiful than it now appears. But also guard your memory, lest it blind you with illusions or false nostalgia. Use it as an artist uses clay—not to falsify reality, but to give it form that speaks to the heart.

Practical counsel stands before you. Reflect often on your past, not with regret, but with the desire to learn and to see it in a light that strengthens you. Keep a journal, so that you may witness how time transforms your perception of events. When sorrows weigh heavy, remind yourself that they too will be reshaped, that the artist’s brush of memory will someday soften the pain into meaning. And when joys come, cherish them, for they will be the bright colors with which memory paints your story in years to come.

So let Dewey’s words be etched into your heart: “Time and memory are true artists; they remould reality nearer to the heart's desire.” Take them as comfort in hardship, and as inspiration in joy. For you are not only the subject of your life, but also its artist, working hand-in-hand with time and memory to shape your story into something enduring and luminous. And when you look back, may your memories be not chains, but wings, lifting you nearer to the desires of your heart.