I forgot what I was going to write about. Two nights ago I had some grand philosophical thoughts about honor, about meaning, related to a few of the things I’d recently seen and read and I thought I’d let them stew a bit and then come back to them but I neglected to write those brilliant thoughts in a notebook.
Riding to 4th Ave tonight I remembered that I’d forgotten a lot of what I was trying to remember and could only recall the memory of having thoughts. I can remember sitting outside on that perfect night, watching the stars, relishing their distance and their dancing shimmering light while I sipped a glass of Italian red wine.
And…that’s all I’ve got. That happy memory of a thoughtful time in the night.
That sure is frustrating. I remember the memory of the thoughts as being good thoughts. Got to stop being so lazy and write stuff down like I used to.
Noteworthy thoughts, lost, frustrating at best. Profound thoughts lost, a travesty. The “later” theory very rarely works.I know.
Thinking “my thoughts are so perceptive, I will definitely remember them without writing them down”, hogwash. The handy dandy pen and paper, oh so simple but so important, and requires follow through . So sorry for your loss. Will there be a funeral???