Q

Call me naive. But I cannot stop myself. After all, questioning is fundamental to existence. "I think, therefore I am." could have been more correctly expressed as "I ask, therefore I am." Indeed, doubt and uncertainty are elements integral to life and existence as well, yet existence is justified and accertained by our attempts at clarifying our doubts.

So what do I ask myself? It is said one is oneself's best judge. So be it. I judged myself. Am I right? Or am I wrong? Thankfully I do not hold myself too accountable for my actions. May I plead insanity? Ultimately, the worst punishment for a misdeed is knowing there's no turning back. Indeed, I have err'ed too many times. Yet I have to live with the mistakes. My previous mistakes, to a large extent, defines me. Not all definitions and identities are pleasant.

If I had made so many mistakes, will I ever be forgiven? Sure enough, I can acknowledge my errors. I can forgive myself. Yet people around me tend to be unforgiving. Not that I am in a position to complain. I rarely forgive either. I have not forgotten...

I've read my previous entries in this blog. They remind me of so many doings I have not forgotten. Or forgiven. Perhaps, as one chapter (an unforgettable one indeed) in my life closes, what about those whom I've crossed paths with? Our lives are increasingly complicated. Wouldn't it be beneficial to let some debts fade into obscurity now? If forgetting recovers lost sanity, let us forget...