#1295 - it's gone
Yesterday morning, I was leaving a café when I received a brilliant idea. At least, it felt brilliant in my head at that moment. I immediately thought I had to note it down, so I could ponder it in one of my daily apples.
However, I had to buy the train tickets first. Unfortunately, the connection wasn't working in that spot, so I had to move until I got somewhere where the app was working. Once I secured my train tickets, I needed somewhere to sit to write down. So, I walked around looking for a warm corner where I could sit and take out my notepad.
I eventually found it, sat, and took out a pen and paper from my backpack, and the idea was gone.
Dissolved.
I looked everywhere, in every corner of my mind and nothing.
I went on my day trying to recollect what it was in any pause between conversations. No signs.
I hoped a good night's sleep would help, but it didn't.
So, I decided to write this post in the hope that it would materialise between the words. All in vain.
It's gone.
How many things have slipped through my fingers in my life? All those times when I forgot to seize a moment, note an idea, or say a word.
And then it was gone.
I think it's inevitable.
It may come back one day. Ideas have this strange way of going away, making long circles and reappearing when I least expect them. As if they were never gone. And often, when they come back, they aren't as great as I remember them.
However, I had to let it go to focus on the new ideas that may appear today. And what better way than writing about something I can't remember?