So shoot me I am a terrible blogger. Or maybe I'm just losing track of time. Either way, I hadn't realize that it's been more than a month since my last post. Shows just how absentminded I've become.

I used to take pride in my knack for remembering events, faces, names, and dates dating years back; my earliest memory is of when I was two before Lara was born. But now? Now I look at the caller ID and scrunch my face up trying to remember if I know a Michael Chua and if not, how did he end up in my contact list?  It's extremely frustrating, I tell you, for a person who likes to 'nostalge', as my sister would say.

Does it happen to you, my reader? Or have you not thought about it? Someone once told me that he forgets easily. Frankly speaking, I think that's quite sad. I don't like to forget. I don't want to forget. Because yesterday made what you are today. Every decision had a consequence, which led to another decision and so on. And whether you like it or not, yesterday cannot be changed.

True, there are some things we just want to forget. I wish I could turn to page 318 of my life and erase the words written there. But they were written in ink. If I use an eraser, I lighten the print, but it's still there. If I use the correction pen, I merely hide the words underneath the liquid.

Then again, there are other memories that are sweeter. What about that friend who came all the way down just for your birthday party? What about that stranger who smiled at you the day you were feeling lonely? What about that person who spoke words that inspired you that one time you met, only to never meet again after? What about the hours of laughter with family and friends?

We are in the 50th week of the year 2009. I don't want to enter the new year lugging a bag of stuff I didn't bother to see and treasure.  It would do us good if we pause now and take stock of our lives. Don't one's tendency to forget be an excuse. There are times when we should make an effort to remember.

We need to acknowledge our past if we want to move on with the future.

To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain, and a time to lose;
A  time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8