In Theory of Remembering

Today is Remembrance Day, or the end of it. A day where we are all called(or in the case of students, forced) to spare a minute to remember the heroic actions of soldiers who risked their lives so we could live in peace. Although I think gang fights, robberies and school shootings is as peaceful as we'll ever find ourselves. Regardless, I find it peculiar how we have to celebrate the remembrance of things that are not our own memories. We're forced to reminisce on previously memorized affairs from history text books. Oh dreaded history class, how I loath thee. Our generation (if you're around my age), have no personal recollections of the wars. We were not working on farms or in factories during the World Wars, nor were we survivors of the battle grounds. I personally find it minutely challenging to remorse for those who lost their lives for "our" sake.

To remember, or recall to mind an act or effect of memory, isn't always successful to some. It has proved itself to be quite trivial at times. Like that one time, you know, a few days back when we were at that place in some city, with whats her face. (See, even I myself am subject to forgetfulness.) Be it short term or long term, we all forget things. It's inevitable.

We like to say we can take mental notes and that we have such a good memory that we can best resorting to such grueling work as picking up a pen to write a few bits of linguistics down on papyrus. On a side note here, who knew that something as basic as a pen could have a semi-fancy name like stylograph? Subsequently, I can make mental notes too, because writing so much makes my hand cramp up, but sometimes those sticky notes in my mind fall off the wall and into the trash bin unnoticed. Never trust sticky notes, they're evil! >_<

Remember, remember, the 5th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder and treason,
Should ever be forgot.

~Chiko! -(V)-