We are a funny lot us humans.
Blessed with an immensely powerful processor within our heads we can calculate and multi task our limbs, organs, nerves, skin and mouths all simultaneously and without any great fuss.
The central nervous system is still largely a mystery in spite of years of research and similarly we are only just beginning to understand the complex nature of that blob of grey residing on the other side of our eyes.
Given the amount of information that flows through our senses in any given day it is no surprise that we forget certain things. My own forgeterry is improving as the years tick by while my rememberry is getting worse. I increasingly rely upon my pocket diary to remind me of virtually every engagement, assuming that I have remembered to insert it in the first place.
I am currently reading Boris Johnson’s excellent book on Winston Churchill (The Churchill factor). His motivation for adding yet another tome to the rising pile of books on this great man was a result of a survey of school children. The vast majority only knew the name in connection with a UK based insurance company and knew little about the leader of the country.
Unlike most politicians Boris has not shied away from the self promoting, self seeking and mercenary tactics employed by the eponymous Mr Churchill. He doesn’t seek to gloss over any of his inconsistencies or flaws while at the same time highlighting just where the Western world may have ended up had it not been for his blustering ways.
In this country on Sunday at 11am there will be a moment for silence as a nation remembers the dead of wars past. This was intended to remind us of the cost of our freedom and also the price of war, we have learned nothing as new names are added weekly to the list.
I am sure that you are no different from me and most other people in that we remember all the wrong things. We forget the many day to day things that are said to us which are good and remember the snide comments that scrape across the gentle surface of our minds leaving a scratch.
Like a mark on a cd or a vinyl record the song jumps every time it reaches that point. I used to have a Ray Charles record twenty six years ago, at a certain point of one song the stylus stuck and endlessly repeated the same letter until I intervened. Even now when I hear that song my mind goes to the faulty version for a second or two.
It has been, for me, an exercise in change these past few months to rewire my neural receptors in order to think positively about the years gone by. I am a work in progress regarding the present and future, I believe that it is possible to change how we think and will continue on in the journey of change.
We need not be stuck in endless repeat if we choose to act and do something about it.
In a quirk of irony I have just remembered that the Ray Charles song in question as “Worried mind,” that is not lost on me!