Sometimes it only takes a simple thought to help us remember what it took us years to forget.

To forget is to blithely toss aside the hard lessons that were hard won by others before us, thereby needlessly dooming us to endure the hard lessons that are likely to be forgotten by those who will follow us. And it is altogether reasonable that in order to avoid this repetitive trouncing, God graciously granted us memories.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, an absolutely certain way to lose something as quickly as possible is to forget the privilege you have to possess it in the first place.

I would wonder if forgetfulness is more a product of convenience than cognitive function.

Apathy takes root when I refuse to remember that which I can ill-afford to forget.

Do I forget, or do I refuse to remember?

Too often, we thoughtlessly relegate things to the ever-dimming periphery of our lives, eventually jostling them off the edges to some ill-defined oblivion because we assume that we are done with them. The problem is, they may not be done with us.

Thankfully, the nature of pain reminds us of what the ease of pleasure foolishly allows us to forget.

Forgiveness means that you will not allow a temporary event to have “forever” repercussions.