Remember How We Forgot?
Remember how we forgot? Remember how no one ever really ever died from the wars we fought? Because each gunshot came from our finger tips, and we never really kept them loaded, just in case. Because each enemy was a friend and none of it was about oil, religion, or land. It was all just pretend
Remember how we used to bend reality like we were circus strongmen. Like our imaginations were in shape then. Like we were all ninjas trained in the deadly are of did not. Like: “I totally got you.” “Did not.” Remember how we forgot?
Remember how our parents told us never to look directly into the sun. And how we were their sons, and so we never looked directly into the mirror in fear that we would go blind. Remember how we would find any old reason just to call someone we were crushing on. Like we could just pawn off our sense of embarrassment, buy a chunk of courage that would last just long enough to have us asking them about math and stuff. And how stuff was just stuff, and I heard you were getting braces. Now braces were, and still are, kind of hot. Remember how we forgot?
Remember how we all caught mono, and our folks would go: “oh the kissing disease.” And our first steps in to gangster hood had us saying: “mother please.” Even though we’d never really kissed anyone. Even though we never did half the things we said we’d done. We just spun yarn like Rumpelstiltskin spun gold. We told ghost stories never realizing we would one day ourselves become ghost, haunting the hallways of schools. Poltergeists breaking all the rules of silence in the library. But we had no chains to rattle, no voice to battle the fact that we had no vocal chords . We had only finger nails on chalk boards, and it would scream, shout, and yell, trying to tell ourselves what experience can teach is what no teacher taught. Remember how we forgot?
Remember when we wanted to be firemen? A time we now call “back then.” When boys wanted to be astronauts or superheroes, those days when girls wanted to be prime ministers and princesses. And we all wished that recesses would last another couple years or so, because we were like midlife-crisis men discovering Viagra for the first time. We could go all day. All we wanted to do was play laugh and run. We were young.
Our dream hung like apples, waiting to be picked and peeled. And hope was something needed to be reeled in so we could fill the always empty big fish bin with the one that got away. And proudly say that this time, impossible is not an option. Because success is so a kin to effort and opportunity it could be related. So we took chances. We figured skated on thin ice, believed that each slice of live was served with something sweet on the side, and failure was never nearly as important as the fact that we tried. That in the war against frailty and limitation, we supplied the determination it takes to make ideas and goals the parents of possibility.
And we believe ourselves to be members of this family, not just one branch on one tree, but a forest who’s roots make up a dynasty. So when I call you sis or bro, it’s not lightly. And when I ask you to remember, it’s because the future isn’t what it used to be.
So remember now, pay tribute to every sacrifice laid upon the alter of somehow. For all the times, somehow we overcame, somehow we pushed on, somehow we’ve gone the distance. And in going there we’ve possessed the freedom to map the uncharted lands of any and everywhere. We are unbound, six feet above the underground where we will all on day rest.
So until then; test the limits. Test the boundaries and borders, as if the headquarters of potential lay just beyond the worlds edge.Let the belief that hope belongs to us all be the pledge you take to make the un-achievable as conceivable as the false fact the we were never here.
We were here.
And our memories are as dear to us as every slow motion moment of our held breath. So remember every instant before death,every first kiss, first dance, near miss, last chance, yes, no, maybe so. Let us go the distance once more. Let us remember all the moments that were and were not, like the point of something we can get, and what we can get is what we got. Because all we have is the time between the moments we connect each dot so live and remember. Burn like an ember capable of starting fires. Like each moment inspires the next. Like memories are the context we put ourselves in, so that life becomes the next of kin we need to notify in case of a big bang or extinction level event.
Let now be our advent. Let us live like we meant it. Let us burn like we mean it. Because this world doesn’t give a shit if we end in a train wreck or car crash, if our story ends in a dot or dash, if we were dust or ash.
Because all we were is all we’ll be, and all we are is the in-between of so far, so good. So forget every would, could, should not.Forget remembering how we forgot. Live like a plot twist exists now and in memory. Because we burn bright, our light leaves scars on the sun. Let no one say we will be undone by times passing. The memories we are amassing will stand as testament that somehow we bent minds around the concept that we see others within ourselves, that self-knowledge cannot be found on bookshelves. So who we are has no bearing on how we appear. Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts…
We were here.
- Shane Koyczan