I look in the mirror and try to place the face I see Is this the man that ten year old wanted to be Years have passed, time enough to have all the boxes ticked I remember the ten year old had a list The face in mirror has a dismissive look I gave it a shot and all that it took I did some of that and even more This ship has sailed now to many a shore I sense your pride said the boy You have the riches but where's the joy Happiness now is a mere pretence Blissful seems a life of ignorance You will learn in time about the rat race Have to give up a lot to find your place Gave up a dream or may be two What could've been no time to rue One last thing the boy said What I see now I don't look forward to When I am older I won't be you With those words the mirror cracked Suddenly I had a hundred me s Not one of them who I wanted to be I don't remember when or where the boy got lost I have to find him at any cost
Have you ever felt guilty for having forgotten something? Something that in normal course would never ever have escaped you.
Perhaps forgotten is not the apt word, perhaps not even the right word but in a strange sort of a way it is the word that you’ll use to chide yourself.
It is an uncanny feeling when you know that there is something brimming underneath the surface but its not front and centre as far as your conscious mind is concerned. All day, you try figuring it out but you can’t.
And then, like a bolt from the blue it hits you; BAD!! The realisation is like a ton of bricks crashing down on you.
Question is; what is your reality?
The fact that you knew something was coming, you thought about it, yet when it actually came you were not even conscious to it.
So does that mean that our conscious mind builds these memorials and in a foolish sort of a way holds on to feelings of pain and angst whilst our sub-conscious mind takes a more practical approach and treats these occasions more matter-of-factly?
I reckon there is merit to the argument that if time is the best healer of wounds and if, with passage of time you reach a stage where the only memories that remain are the happy ones, then, not remembering an occasion in effect is a part of the healing since the reason you primarily wanted to remember the occasion was an unhappy one.
There is no point building memorials, they never are happy places. Sometimes its just good to forget. Its our minds way of telling us that we have indeed moved on.
All that is required is perhaps a remembrance and it comes in that fleeting moment of quiet acknowledgement. The real deal is mustering up courage to embrace reality.
So here’s to our sub-conscious mind doing its bit for keeping our “Happiness Quotient” up.
Fact of the matter, there are somethings you don’t need to remember, invariably they are also the things you cannot forget.
To end, in good old fashion a few lines from a song made popular by Nat King Cole
Unforgettable, that’s what you are
Unforgettable though near or far
Like a song of love that clings to me
How the thought of you does things to me
Never before has someone been more
……Unforgettable in every way
And forever more, that’s how you’ll stay…