Forgetting Someone

Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember.

Yehuda Amichai

words to live by

A psychology professor at Brandeis University who realized and shared his views on life while dying of ALS. Schwartz was interviewed several times by Ted Koppel on “Nightline”, and he is the subject of the New York Times bestseller “Tuesdays With Morrie” by Mitch Albom. Schwartz himself wrote a book before he died called “Letting Go” Morrie’s Reflections on Living While Dying.~
Once you know how to die, you know how to live. Why does silence make people so uneasy? Why do people only find comfort when they’re filling the air with words? How do you spare people’s feelings by denying them? Death ends a life, not a relationship. Dying is the only one thing to be sad over. Living unhappily is something else. Love wins. Love always wins. Money is not a substitute for tenderness. Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Forgive yourself. Forgive others. Don’t wait. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean What’s wrong with being Number Two? Imagine there’s a bird on your shoulder and every day you ask it,
“Is today the day that I die? Am I ready? Am I living the life I want to live? Am I being the person I want to be? Never do work that uses, hurts or degrades people. Never make money off the sweat and pain of others. The tension of opposites. We learn from what hurts us, as much as what loves us.

Beyond Forgetting

For a moment I thought I could forget you.For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me—nor hurt me. How wrong I was!
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me—of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions—that in all my tasks I can’t help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?
I have wanted to be alone.I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song…And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can’t you understand? Can’t you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can’t you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps, you didn’t understand…
Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood….until you come to me again.
For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone…

Rolando A. Carbonell

Forgetting Someone

Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light in the backyard so it stays lit all the next day But then it is the light that makes you remember.

Yehuda Amichai

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