shedding such skins as these is a
matter of embracing one's agonies
even when the fit has gone dodgy
back before time's mists rolled in
clinging sores and calloused regrets
linger in the tenderest of spaces, so
it is best, face set to grimace, to rip
and give over a hey, nonny, nonny
Tag: letting go
of giving over
Half-Penny Thoughts | 23jun25
Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash I used to be really proud about how clever I could be and how much information I was able to amass in my cranium.
The past decade or so, however, I’ve been discovering how liberating it is to be the one asking questions instead of being the one who “knows” stuff. And how freeing it is to let “knowledge” slip away when the information does not have an immediate and proven need. I can always ask the questions, or read something, again and — sometimes, even — I learn something completely different when I learn something “from scratch”.
That means I can often reread books, for example, and see the story or the information with completely new eyes. Or find a new technique to troubleshoot a problem.
Forgetting doesn’t have to be the horror that some folks make it out to be. Memories are not something that require preservation. They may give you joy or feel useful, but there is no real reason to cling to memories, or that joy, just for the sake of remembering. Or is there?
