Maturity and, somehow, change in outlook probably does the job. I've forgotten a few things then and then and I've get to know something was totally amissed, and so I re read, so I re watched.
The feeling was there, saved for the memory I once had for names and life of the characters written and made.
And another is that I've forgotten. I'm afraid I'm guilty of this long term consequence but I can't say I could redeem myself gor after all, my memory shines not too brilliantly as well others.
To have lived many few lives, seen far too few of the many worlds I allow myself to see. It is my innate sin to forget. How I wish I could just remember. But unlikely I would understand if I never went back..For that though, perhaps forgetting, has goodness for it to exist.
I do wonder though if some times in the future, eventually I once more have trouble remembering, would I still be able to come back and remember? Or would my memories be dead long before I die.
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