"Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders." - Nietzsche
Accidentally I found the letters I buried. There must have been a thousand of them, the volume of a whole book. I spent a few days going through some of them, feeling like rediscovering the secrets of a previous lifetime which I had no memory of.
All of a sudden those days have come back to me, when I'd rush home just to see a mail awaiting. For a long time it's the first thing on my mind when I awoke, and the last when my eyes closed. How forgetful I could be, when everything was decided to be forgotten, and the past forsaken. That's what I had to do. I had no choice but to forget.
Now we're in different universes where nothing really matters. The rights, the wrongs, all taken by the distant past and locked away in the hands of the timekeeper. Life goes forward in a direction where nothing repeats. We were too young and innocent and reckless to do anything logical. After all, I've forgiven you. And that should be the full stop of all. Goodbye. Have a good life.
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