forget (v).

e0ac22ded2380daaadad8429bd76ec2fHow is it that one day we can be so full of vision, and the next day have no idea where to go? How is it that, when we have seen the sea, we can doubt that there is beauty? When we have felt the silk skin of a newborn we can forget the gift of living? When, after all of the countless nights we have forgone sleep to stay up with a dear friend, could we ever feel alone? When we have been showered in kindness and grace, we can forget to be kind? When we have seen the end of so many journeys, and, without fail, another new adventure always comes to meet us, can we be terrified that we will never again see uncharted waters?