Goodbye!
Never say goodbye, they say.
But say it!
Probably it will ooze out the nothingness like blood gushing from the wound.
Probably it will cavitise the void further
And vacuumise the hollowness more.
More would it make strong than stronger
And more would it lead to the road ahead.
So goodbye to the sinking heart
And goodbye to the weakling knees.
Goodbye to the past moment
and to the promise and its gap.
One fine day I will liberate you from the confines of my heart
Where the rusty weariness leads to heavy breathing
Where the old world values are music to deaf ears
Where the complications of this or that weigh upon your free soul
Where there is neither black nor white, grey always
Where the labyrinth of disappointments hinder the course of imagination
When I liberate you..you will soar like a free soul
And the cage would miss the music of heavy breathing.
Forgetting, although presumably very vain and mundane, is an essentially aesthetic exercise because it leads to purgation of all the heaviness that acts as a parasite killing the host silently, yet profusely. Is forgetting equivalent to forgiving? No, it cannot be.
There is an unconscious element of self definition involved in forgetting- a blissful feeling of oblivion which is a replica of floating in space for example. So we human beings, limited creatures that we are, attempt to remain closely knotted to the present moment while, at the same time, unconsciously and almost desperately desire to slip into the depths of an inexplicable stupor.
Is forgetting good? Sometimes yes. Yes, if it is essential to sustain the selfish human mechanism that we all are inherently built with.
Is this inherently selfish state of oblivion easy to achieve? Certainly not.
Trying to strike equilibrium between remembrance and forgetfulness, and wanting to only remember the pleasant and forget the unpleasant (while being aware of the idealistically erroneous nature of the mere thought), we all defeat the erratic turns of life.
Daily.