Success is a story with a definite author. Those who scribble their secrets and anecdotes for triumph once they are safely on the cozy rocking chairs of retirement might not remember the helping hands that dragged them out from tough times. Their names might not even make it the acknowledgements of the book.
Such is the world and the mentalities of the people who dwell in it. Very often do we remember the particulars of those who plotted against us, tried to pull the carpet underneath our feet and talked behind our back. But the family members, friends and even the superiors who pop up in the guise of guardian angels and saviours in the hour of need may not be in the limelight when you look back at your journey. May be it is because we draw in more courage from the obstacles that cross our ways than from the support and the assistance we get.
Success is never an illegitimate child. When the runners who finish their races with world records talk about how they ran barefoot in the baby-stage of their carriers, might not remember the name of the person who bought them their first pairs of spikes. Whether you liked it or not, your success may be fathered by hardships but it was mothered by the inspiration and support given by those who always had faith in you. Remembering to remember them is more important than dumping your memory with names of people who never did a single good thing for you.
Everyone has his or her own style of narrating and illustrating the moments of life. And their memories are recorded in such a way that they can erase or highlight the people they want when they recall things. Forgetfulness is one thing you have to accept with the same grace you accept maturity and old age. But forgetting the faces and names you ought to seal in your memory is unpardonable.
Perhaps your forgetfulness will make those who wore the robes of angels wear devil masks. But remember that, your selectively vivid memory will not make the devils wear white robes.
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