I won’t remember today. In twenty years, five years, a year.
It will be gone. I won’t remember the wind chimes, or the laughs from the
children outside. It will escape my memory that two ambulances and a fire truck
have blared past my house. I won’t remember my neighbors banging around next
door, or my brother puttering around in the kitchen. This day won’t last in my
memory, it will not stick. Because life goes on. And to me, that’s the saddest
part. Things happen, things that I couldn’t care to remember " but they take up
space. We always remember the days when things happen. Bad and good. The day of
your first heartbreak. The day your best friend told you she was engaged. Those
days, they will stick. But the days where nothing happened, nothing fiercely good
or bad, those are the days I want to remember, but I won’t. I want to remember
lying in bed and just watching very bad television. I want to remember that I drank
way too much chocolate milk and ate way too many bowls of ice-cream today. I
want to remember that I was woken up at 9 AM, even though it’s Tuesday " and I have
no classes on Tuesdays.
I want to remember that it was a beautiful day. I want to remember the wind
chimes, and the children laughing. I want to remember the sound of my neighbors
making too much noise, and my brother banging around in our kitchen.
But I won’t.