Focus, the rarest commodity of the day. Speaking for myself, I understand my perceptions are ever-shifting. Do we dare listen to minds defined by the activity of their fault lines?
When you say you can’t remember, often it’s not a matter of the memory not existing - but of it being filed incorrectly! If I restrict the level and superficiality of my immediate inputs, I am able to reflect and confirm the existence of many memories. Like a closet long left unorganized, my head contains them in some seemingly unrelated way. Yes, this exists. And, my gosh, I forgot about this here.
When you’re trying to sort yourself out, sometimes you have to double as a doorman. Maybe today you are at capacity? Hang a sign and head inside. A renewed sensitivity to your own incomparable humanity awaits!