An average human brain has 100 billion neurons and each neuron fires 200 times per second, transferring billions of information and storing it all inside. It never truly forgets anything. It’s funny how I’m about to totally contravene my own statement.
Most of us end up forgetting our childhood as we grow up. We end up forgetting the playground by the school, or the store that had our favourite candies or the friends you never saw again after they moved away.
I remember going to my grandma’s home every summer and she’d always have almost a dozen of sugarcanes for me, that she used to grow in the little garden along with the varieties of flowers that mostly my grandfather took care of. They had an unusual love for plants and flowers. I loved chewing on those really sweet sugarcanes.
We lived a very simple and humble life and I’ve only a few debilitating memories of it. But that’s it. I only remember parts where I was happy and never those parts where I cried when I hurt my knees or the nightmares that’d wake me up in the middle of the night.
Maybe this is it. Maybe we get so attached to the good times that when they become memories, they overcast the ones that our brains deemed unnecessary.
But I don’t miss those good times. I don’t miss those memories which have nearly faded to nothing. I don’t miss my grandma and I don’t miss those sugarcane plants that once filled my mouth with saccharine.
Maybe someday I’ll forget about everything, even your memories and, regrettably, never miss them again but until then, let me feel the only real thing I’ve ever felt; let me feel something, anything.