Forgetting what you forgot is unbelievably frustrating…especially when the only thing you remember about whatever it was was that it was the most profound, deep, inspiring, uplifting, intelligent, eclectic, electric, ambitious, eloquent, pensive, smooth, clear, transparent, summation of what I was feeling and what I would do in the future. It was something that would be the cornerstone of everything I would build upon in the future. It was a game changer, a tide turner, a turning point, a climax and hope for a new direction that never was even considered.
But I forgot it. You can’t set a trap for it, you can’t coax it out of hiding, you can’t leave cookies and milk for it. It’s just gone. Deal with it… take it like a squirrel. Promise yourself that from now on, you will write everything down, you will have a writing instrument and a scrap of anything to write on at all times… nothing, NOTHING will ever meet the same fate as this golden nugget of everything has. You WILL record it all. Even if 2 minutes and 34 seconds after you record it you determine that it is utterly worthless, you preserved something that needed to be preserved. You did it.
But you’ll forget again. Trust me. You’ll remember that you’ll forget something. Then you’ll remember what you forgot.
