FORGOTTEN

Oh how the memory can torture us. We will remember the things we should forget and not remember the things that we should remember.

Supposedly somewhere in our mind are all our memories. But most of us can't recall every second single. Except perhaps if hypnotized.

Other than that, I think most of us will admit it is hard to remember what we want and then recall it when needed. The more time that passes the more it seems our recollections get fuzzy too.

The only thing that doesn't seem to pass are the thoughts coming from tears. Sometimes the good will be remembered too.

I think such is tied our feelings. If they were intense they get remembered more clearly, but not always.

Along the way, we collect what we wished wasn't as easy to remember. Then beyond this is the problem of forgetting what others have done too.

Again this is a challenge that sweeps over us. Being able to remember the parts that guide in understanding and yet don't kill the spirit.

We can easily get sidetracked on that part. We can move into the place where we get stuck in our own regrets and goo of sorrow.

Such is where we must transverse for the day and move to the place where we can see others without only seeing their knives. That can be hard if we have scars.

They can still hurt even days or years later. Never an easy thing to forget. But learning is the part that matters.

For it is not forgetting all we are that is the goal. It is the need to move along the path of understanding.

To let God help us shine light where we see shadows. Then take us by the hand where we will be able to smile in the midst of the storms.

This is where I have found myself so often and I am happy when the knowledge over powers the tears. It doesn't always work, but sometimes.

When it does, peace often comes. We can relax and feel the joy from those times when we don't only have a reason to be upset.

If the heart can tread in the illumination it does inspire. If we can how often what is forgotten is our identity.