How can we quickly forget ...

... And, more often than not, it's very good to forget, warm and really important.

And, you know, this is not the time it's all erasing and grinding, no - it's our irresponsibility to our own memory. The names of the streets on which we grew up are changed, the names of neighbors, the names of classmates, the first teachers, the telephones of comrades, the faces of lovers. You can not remember the aroma of your mother's favorite spirits, you forget when you last went out with your father to go fishing, watched football or just laughed together. Everything becomes sand, flows between the fingers. What date was the grandmother born? And great-grandmother? On which rink went a grandmother with her friends, in which park was running to dance, what was her maiden name, under what music she met grandfather? And how many grandfathers had orders or medals? And what was his father's name? And so on, and so on ... Everything turns into dust. And does it all go away so irretrievably? Somehow I do not really want to believe it. After all, somewhere this huge information should be kept. Maybe on some shelves, in some files, in chests, in attics. Maybe someday in the antique shop, among the second hand or the item of lost things, all our memories will be found, and then ... And then the air will be filled with the scent of cherry, the sweet taste of cherry will appear in the mouth, in the yard, where parents never they were afraid of letting us go for a walk alone, a guitar would quietly be stopped, a laugh would be heard, and a plane fly high in the sky, leaving a long white trace. Of course, someone will say: "It's absurd to remember everything." And he will be right. There is progress, the world is changing, humanity is growing ... You understand me correctly, I do not want to call to anything, just ask not to forget. Do not forget how your friends smile, how fast the pulse at the sight of a loved one, try to remember the taste of your own tears and the first word of your child. It seems to me that each of us can do this, at least try. And, it is likely, then it will be unimportant what kind of clock you have on your hand, what machine you came to, what highway you have at home, what kind of nationality you are, what religion you profess. I just want you to remember how great it is to just live.