It makes sense to me because sometimes when life is really tough & challenging , I think I never forget what happened but after a while when everything gets better i forget what happened. In the next chapter, remembering what’s happened in the past and passed helps me to bear maybe with more confidence & calmer this will be passed too and I will forget and move forward with less hesitation
Yes, You are right life is full of these remembering & forgetting cycles! 😊
Sometimes I wonder if I forget intentionally to later remember, and feel this a-ha moment.
Other times, I wonder whether it's important *what* exactly I remember, or the feeling comes from this deep place of authenticity, feeling this is me, this is my goal and deep intention for life.
I've created a note for myself that I update sometimes when I remember — and look into when I forget. And honestly, doesn't help lol. All of this read just like a bunch of words, unrelated to my current self. I wonder if it's part of a joke, that chasing ghosts of what I suppose "I" am is fruitless.
100% relate to this. And what’s so funny is that every time when I find myself “trying” to remember, the only way I actually “do” remember (partially) is by just letting go of trying to remember.
Btw, I love how you’ve written this without fluff words and still it’s extremely clear.
It makes sense to me because sometimes when life is really tough & challenging , I think I never forget what happened but after a while when everything gets better i forget what happened. In the next chapter, remembering what’s happened in the past and passed helps me to bear maybe with more confidence & calmer this will be passed too and I will forget and move forward with less hesitation
Yes, You are right life is full of these remembering & forgetting cycles! 😊
The theme of forgetting and the repetitive structure of this piece is freaking genius 👏
thanks my man 🙏
Sometimes I wonder if I forget intentionally to later remember, and feel this a-ha moment.
Other times, I wonder whether it's important *what* exactly I remember, or the feeling comes from this deep place of authenticity, feeling this is me, this is my goal and deep intention for life.
I've created a note for myself that I update sometimes when I remember — and look into when I forget. And honestly, doesn't help lol. All of this read just like a bunch of words, unrelated to my current self. I wonder if it's part of a joke, that chasing ghosts of what I suppose "I" am is fruitless.
am i wrong or are you going somewhere with the last two essays cover images? love the aesthetics, midjourney?
thanks! not midjourney, just images I like from the web
Really good piece. I can relate to it a lot. Except for the part about not holding out hope for the remembrance becoming a permanent state :)
hahaha yea open to being convinced on that point
There's something very Borgesian about this essay. Very nice.
thanks sir 🫡
ANOTHA. BANGA
So comforting to hear other people’s experiences.
100% relate to this. And what’s so funny is that every time when I find myself “trying” to remember, the only way I actually “do” remember (partially) is by just letting go of trying to remember.
Btw, I love how you’ve written this without fluff words and still it’s extremely clear.
exactly, trying just gets in the way…