Oblivion

Damnatio memoriae, the condemnation to oblivion was the most severe punishment a Roman could suffer. If there is no eternity, erasing any remnants of your pass for this life is more than killing a body, it is destroying the essence of what you have been and what you could have turned into the memories of the future generations. You never were...

We are the juries of our lives that one day sit down to judge our past, which memories we keep, whom we forbid from our lives. And when we look onto the past we can only remember the sweetness of our youth, the discovery of new sensations, the pleasant appeal of what we turn into what we wanted it to be. When the jury deliberates there is always a cause for a reasonable doubt, a dubious jury that holds onto the memories, the only things that make us ourselves. How to condemn to oblivion? Can we? Should it be sane not to do it?

The inoculated doubt still pursues my dreams, stops my heart from beating and makes me live a life that will never exist. I have to forget, but how dare to condemn you, my most precious gift, to the nothing, nihil. Annihilate a memory of our sweetest times is a direct shot to our own self, but how to move on, to advance, to leave without the burden of who we were supposed to be?

I know I have been deleted from your life. The attorney points its finger at you, accusing you of throwing the first stone. Most of the jury is convinced, but how could the last dubious jury comply? How can it let it go? How can we forget what promised us the best we ever had? How can normal life compete with dreams, made to deceive our daily aspirations? Can we? Should we?

The jury is still deliberating. Soon they will have a verdict.