Short entry, but poignant, I hope.

When I write in my journal, I normally don't publish my entries here on my blog. In fact, I never do. It's very much a personal thing, a form of therapy for me. I feel like it helps me get thoughts out of my head and on to paper, that way I feel a bit less crazy. However, this one today was pretty significant for me personally and maybe a few of you can take something from it.

I personally have an issue with when I forget something or someone, or at the very least can not recall a memory as perfectly as I'd like to. At times it has to do with something I've learned in school (a particular law, bill, date, etc.) or how many siblings an old friend has. This "forgetfulness" can make me feel lazy, out-of-touch, callous, you name it. But, today when I was reading the short story "One Year of Life" by Cecil Roberts, something his character said gave me great perspective into this phenomenon. The person in question is a famous author, and after a discussion about his book wonders if fans consider him dim when he cannot remember exactly where he drew inspiration for a character from. After a bit of reflection he is given solace by concluding that "We have to shed the creatures of our mind for the next blossoming". I find this insightful and true in so many ways. The way I see it is that we might not be losing touch with these "forgotten" things at all; they just move from the front of our mind to the back. They become part of the fiber that composes us, part of our base as a being, and with that, I can live.

Just a thought.