curing your inner turmoil is simple: do the one thing you most resist doing. face the truth you least want to face it, feel the feeling you least want to feel
but even as you read this, let me tell you what will happen next: you won’t do it. you’ll forget, or find reasons not to do it, and delay and delay until years pass and you finally throw up your hands and say “FINE”, and do it for a bit, then forget again
and I’m going to do the exact same thing. it’s what we all do. that’s the grand drama of it: we’re trying to remember even as we’re trying to forget, and out of the interplay of those two forces emerges a life
the work is in trying to shift the balance just a bit towards remembrance, knowing it’ll never be complete. humbling stuff, over & over. but even a little less forgetting makes a difference, so it’s worth trying. always worth trying