Soon forgotten

Slowly, but surely everything will be forgotten, everything will get old, everything will change and that is one thing me is sure of.

“It is just a matter of time”, the phrase that we all kind of know, but choose to forget.

Life is a constant turmoil that never seems to stop, maybe for everyone. Sometimes the turmoil brings in something we like and sometimes it is treacherous and that is where I think forgetting becomes a sense of blessing.

It amazes me how when doing some things we forget other things and when doing other things we forget some other things. They are not totally forgotten I guess, but just not of immediate importance. For example, when the first news of an international or national conflict comes out I am on top of the news. I keep up with everything and become as rational and educated about the topic as possible, but after a week or so I tend to move on. I want to be updated on the things happenning in the world, however the things in my immediate surrounding start gaining more power and they become more important to me. In a bigger picture what I am doing might not be as significant as the conflict or distress happenning somewhere in the world, but it has more immediate power over my life. Therefore, it amazes me how quickly we get past events and how without noticing we get used to hearing, seeing, and forgetting things when it doesn’t affect us directly. Maybe forgetting is important for an individuals sanity. I don’t know.

I was browsing on the internet the other day and I came across news of an inhumane event. As soon as I read it, my whole body revolted. A sense of discomfort rose in every part of my body and my immediate thinking was what can I do about this? I paused for a moment and unfollowed the page. I am unsure of what I can do with that news other than being aware of it. How much of the world should one know about? I am also not sure if it was the right decision to unfollow such news, but I am scared to be normalized to such events. I am afraid of the day when information like such passes in front of me and I become less affected or completely unaffected by it. It will be like seeing another car on the highway. I want to keep the rebellious feeling that I get when I hear such news. I want to keep asking myself on what I can do, maybe not urgently, but progressively. Like once said by Andy Dufresne, “Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”