Some Memories are Forgotten

Some memories are never meant to be remembered. They just pass into oblivion without knowing. And there is no way of knowing what we forgot. Nature designed thus, so that we don’t have the pain of remembering what we forgot. Paradox? Is it not?

We remember, mostly, the things which are quite close to our heart and soul. We don’t forget sad moments either.

It is time that heals every wound and makes us forget most of the things. The things that don’t deserve to remain in our mind, arguably. But some memories keep bugging us. How we wish to forget it. It still remains there. If some memories are so adamant, refusing to forget then there maybe some beautiful memories too sublime to forget.

Those beautiful memories are wasted.  We don’t remember what we forgot. Why miss it? It is like missing someone you never met.

That’s plain absurdity.

Still, our confusing mind has its own reason. Did I forget something important? What is it? What was it like? When did it happen? When did I forget? Why did I forget? Ouch! Enough questions to get oneself a migraine.

We remember some in fragments, not able to make a whole picture. That means we forget some parts of a whole memory. Why is that? What was in it that was so unimportant? Or why was it so eager to be forgotten? Another source of migraine.

Science would say it otherwise. I am not into it. Science didn’t conquer our brain. It would be unwise to say science has answers to my questions. I maybe bluffing or at least I am a frog in a pond. The universe is as big as I think it to be. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Only time will tell. But still, why? Why do I forget some and remember some?

What did you forget? What do you remember? The things that you remember are likely the ones you wished to forget.

It is also possible that we forget so that we remember. Some memories are meant to be forgotten. Just as plain as it is.