You can forget where you put your phone. Forget your password. Forget why you came into the room. But you will never forget the smell of warm summer, someone's laughter at the right moment, or a look that warmed you. Strange? Or maybe it's the opposite - perfect.
Some things are really good to forget.
Forget insults, stupid arguments, mistakes, minor errors, and someone else's grumbling.
But remember lightness, inspiration, tender moments, and carefree laughter.
This is how happy memory works: it is not perfect, but it has taste.
Sometimes, of course, this "memory" fails. When you stand in front of an open refrigerator and suddenly realize: why did I come here? Or when you tell a story and halfway through you forget why you started it in the first place. But isn't that the beauty of life?
To forget in order to be surprised again. To erase in order to draw anew.
Let something be forgotten - it only makes room for something new and truly important.