They say that it is good to remember things; but somewhat better to forget if we want to forgive and move on with life.

I never wanted to remember everything from the start but being gifted with a sharp memory, I could recount almost every detail of the major events that has happened to me. Life has thrown both the good and bad memories to my face, and somehow, the horrible ones are more vivid and clearer than the pleasant ones. In all honesty, I did not really want to remember some good memories— especially those associated with the heart-wrenching ones which took away a piece of me. So what I might have is not “a walk to remember”, but rather, “a run to forget”. I want to run away; away from all the troubles and despairs of my haunting past, even if it means to escape from the happiness I used to experience along with it. But I know I would never really forget because I know my heart and mind do not want to discard those negative experiences totally in order for me to learn from them. And I accept that this is the way that God wants me to live; that I’ll always have those memories for the sake of building up a better me in the future.

I guess I thought that I could burn them all and throw the ashes of history. But I realize that these ashes will be forever buried within what makes me in the future— the past and the present.