What I Could Forget

I am a graduated high school student who has spent much of her life in the following two spheres: firstly, learning new bits and pieces of educational information, and secondly, fantasizing creative stories both for my own enjoyment and for the pleasure of others.

The completion of my high school education, which I’ll be talking about today, is not something worth bragging about. I don’t mean that it isn’t anything significant; I’m very happy that it’s all over and that it’s a step toward the future, whether that future is inside of a university or at a job or you name it. It’s also incredibly nice to be more available with my time to do other things. I also greatly appreciate much of the knowledge that has been passed down to me through the experience. But, to be honest, I don’t think I would have finished at all without the prodding and accountability that my parents gave. High school showed me a lot about my character, namely my sin tendencies.

Every time when I did finish an assignment in those recently-bygone years, I would be very pleased with the new things that I learned intellectually, as well as with the fact that my name was clean in regards to the assignment, that I would never have to have it on my conscience again. My pride in having been given the new knowledge was usually the longer-lasting pleasure. Relief that an assignment was over only lasted until another assignment would take its place. My excitement about some new knowledge would last for a long time–usually for as long as I’d remember it.

And I don’t usually forget things that I read.

But today, regarding anything that I’ve learned intellectually in high school and that I still remember, I can’t really be proud of it anymore; I’m only grateful for remembering it at all. God has the power to take memories away, that’s why. I’ve understood this fact only recently and that’s only because I’ve now met someone else to whom it has been done early in life. Imagine undergoing such a stroke at the age that you are now so that you lose all of your high school education forever. You have not lost your dreams and your ambitions, however, but in order to get a job, you have to start nearer to the beginning of school again, and then you must keep on going to the end.

It was a humiliating enough idea to me to ever have to repeat a single grade. But some folks have been forced through their circumstances to have to repeat several.

I’ve sometimes asked myself, “What is all of this education for, if I won’t use all of it nor remember it all later in life?” Of course, the commonsense answer is that it is excellent to work, and that in order to get a good and helpful job in our society, some kind of education in so many fields is always a must-have, as everyone knows. That is why my new friend herself has not given up. She’s reliving her education with determination.

I meanwhile won’t stop learning new things and trying to remember them. If nothing else is, the wisdom in particular from God is infinite and I can never bleed it dry. But now I see that there is no point in getting excited about how much I know. Firstly, there will always be things that I won’t know. Secondly, as what has been demonstrated here, I could forget what I do know, as has been the case for my friend. And thirdly, there are many bigger things in existence to get excited about that aren’t intellectual.

The gospel. True family and friend relationships. And new experiences. To name a few. God’s gifts are infinite.

I wish you all a happy day.


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