I forgot

It was a long time since I picked up my Kindle; it is now somewhat recharged, and I was able to browse the list of ebooks in there. Some of them I remember very clearly, but others I had not any idea there were there.

I look at one related to the topic of removing things or having less in general. It is not really about minimalism, if I recall well, it was narrated by an economist, so it was an enjoyable read.

But I had completely forgotten about it, the lessons in the story and what was it about were completely washed out from my memory when I look at the front cover.

Again, in some other ebooks, I would remember their content without blinking twice. The ones I recalled were attached to emotions that run through my brain while I read them. I can even invoke some passages from those books.

But I could not remember that one book I forgot about. It made me think about how many things I forget that I have faced before. While I was thinking about writing this post, I was surprised by my forgetfulness. In addition to that, I now realize the idea that the narrow focus I live in daily is just a portion of the full reality. I have heard and read about this before; about the recount of an event from different human perspectives and each describing dissimilar stories.

I forgot what I had read, and I recalled what brought emotions to me. I recall now that maybe the emotions evoked by the book I remembered released the learning conditions or memory-saving conditions in my brain. And that is why the other book was more or less flat in the release of neurotransmitters. I am not sure, this last paragraph is a combination of different memories from different sources of knowledge over the years.

I cannot even cite the show where I heard it from. It feels weird because I am a scientist, but I am pulling from memory, and memory is just a portion of reality that is often wrong depending on who you ask, so I am at risk of miss citing.

I forgot information, and I remembered emotions. Do I miss life because of this?