The Forgotten

I used to fear being forgotten.
I was always meeting people for the fourth or fifth time and they would totally forget they had met me before.
I hated that.
But I got used to it. It was just the way it was.
And I tried really hard to be "unforgettable" to my close friends.
Because it hurts to be the forgotten one, and somehow I thought if I was forgotten it meant that I was unimportant or not worth much.
But lately I have realized that forgetting people is easy. It is not hard at all. All it takes is getting really busy and maybe a few vices.
Even the really important people can be forgotten, friends, family...even God.
Forgetting is easy. And takes no effort at all.
Maybe the thing I need to try to do is stop worrying about being forgotten...and work on being the rememberer.
Remembering people is hard.
Honoring people takes effort and work and sacrifice.
It is much easier to live my own life, do my own stuff and go my own way.
But I don't like that too much.
I would rather work hard at remembering.
It brings so many more rewards for me.
And to everyone else who chooses to forget...that is their loss.
I choose to remember - whatever that may bring.