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

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

Memory is a few lines snipped from a larger story that we are privileged to tuck away between the pages of our minds.

Do I forget, or do I refuse to remember?

It’s not that I can’t remember. It’s that I prefer not to remember, which means that I prefer not to remember what not remembering did to me the last time I did it.