Is It Healthy To Have A Selective Memory?

Forgiving but not forgetting, remembering meanwhile pursing the fantasy we create by selectively choosing favourable memories and artefacts. Who are we kidding, our mental health whilst suppressing reality?

Our life is an accumulation of receipts. There’s a trace for everything. Whether that’s figuratively speaking, metaphorically or theoretically, we can’t ignore what has been or what currently is. What we can do, is choose what receipts we opt to refer to, in order of fitting the narrative we wish to create in reference to today, next week, month or year.

We’re free to be selective in what we observe, or consciously turn a blind eye to. But next time you play poker, at least know the hand you’re playing with.

It can get repetitive living out the same errors in judgements, mistakes, mishaps; hoping for a productive, alternate outcome. How many more chips would you like in life? How many more lessons until there’s one you learn from? Life is about evolving and not making the same mistakes, but some enjoy the journey and the high that gives more than the truth.

Facing veracity and your demons is tough. Balancing acceptance rather than validity is only a call you can make once you have the awakening that no one else can make you feel whole or worthwhile unless you respect the standards you live by.

You can’t ask a guest to wipe their feet on your doormat if it’s infested with your past whilst you continue to separate the two. Either you wake up to reality with a sharp morning brew, or you resume living life according to a fortune cookie that’s filled with a blank note, much like your somewhat unreliable conscience.

Enabling a mirroring trajectory is you enabling future heartache. I question my own reality, as your eyes appear open, but you seem so blinded it’s life-threatening.

On starry nights, I look up wondering how this could be real. Then I remember the corruption, illegitimacy, naivety, and darkness that surrounds on this cold night and I’m reminded of the rusty shackles, grappled around my ankles; restraining my freedom of thought which boils the poison you portray as holy water.

Ever so classic.

The scripture you allude to is quite that. An illusion, figuratively of your ever-changing imagination. Roses are red, violets are blue, the void you fill will always be fed, the checkered past may sow what lies ahead.

What do you think? Is it healthy to have a selective memory or should you take people on face value at all times? After all, do we ever stay stagnant? Are we what we used to be? Should we forgive but not forget? Comment below!