“I’m never going to forget this.”
“I will never forget that face.”
“Hell will freeze over before I forget this!”
Then the fairy trickster godmother sentences that item to a remote, sticky glob of grey matter.
A mixed bag of blessings, I would say. Whilst clawing through cobwebs and grey ooze to find sequestered memories, we live the benefit of forgiveness. The slate is cleared of all but the dimmest trace of what we seek.
There is freedom in letting go.
I guess that’s why stuff is so important to humans; our sensory ‘calendar’ marking our journey. To be sure, not every item is precious. Every item is, however, evidence of a life lived. What a pity to rely on such tangible proof.
Damn! I think I just understood a tiny bit of what hoarders must deal with. Eeegads!
I’m going to go sort out some stuff right now!
Via Daily Prompt: Memorize
Header Image: Matt Gibson’s Brain