why do we mislay what is precious to us? why do we forget what is important to us, getting caught up in insanities and foolishness. Life is a remembering, a finding of things we carefully put in a safe place only to forget what that safe place is and then forget that we hid them so carefully in the first place.
Remember years later something precious that was lost, can’t quite even remember what it was, but I miss it and I want it back, a feeling of freedom or joy or happiness came with this thing.
A realisation of clarity for a few seconds than the mind jumps in and trys to understand, catalogue, put words on this thing, put names on this inner knowing and it is gone, gone like sand or water flows through a hand when it tries to grasp the unknowable.
