I believe that, if I were faced with this choice, I would give up my past in order to have a future. My reason for this is that I could always rebuild my past, and having that much of a past would be better than having no future. I particularly say this because my children are 11 and 8 and I would not want them to have to grow up without me.
Giving up my past would be a horrible thing. There are so many things that I would be giving up that I could never get back. Some things wouldn’t be so bad. I could look through old pictures and old videos with my children and rebuild some “memories” in that way. I could have them and my wife and my parents tell me about things that happened in the past. But there would be things I could never regain. I could not regain my memories of my grandparents since they are dead. I could not regain memories of things that happened when no one else was around or memories of things like my own feelings. I would, in a sense, be losing my whole life.
But then I would weigh that against my future. If I were to keep my memories and then die young, my children would grow up without me. My wife would be a widow at a relatively young age. They would be robbed (as would I) of the joy that we get from being together and doing things as a family.
I think, therefore, that it would be a bit selfish to refuse to give up my past. By sacrificing my memories, I would be giving my wife and children a chance to make more memories in the future. If I refused to sacrifice my memories, I would be denying them this chance. This is why I think that I would give up my memories in order to have a future.