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.

Do I forget, or do I refuse to remember?

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