Oblivion Is A Word Unknown To The Heart

The love of a couple, the true one, leaves an indelible mark ; a memory of feelings and moments lived that will remain anchored to us forever, leaving little room for oblivion.

Our perception of the duration of love is always subjective. An affair may have lasted a long time,  but leave us feeling that it has lasted too short, and this happens because we would have liked to have more time and because the intensity of love traps us like a drug, making us addicted.

In this state of grace, distance and limits do not exist; everything seems magical.

When disaffection or rejection knocks on our door, here comes the idea of ​​dropping everything into oblivion, as a solution to move forward and stop suffering. However, we cannot rationally choose to forget.

This is the concept perfectly expressed by the words of Pablo Neruda in his “Poema XX”, extracted from the book “Twenty love poems and a desperate song”, in which he reflects on his impossibility of forgetting: I don’t love him anymore, that’s true, but maybe I still love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long .

Poem by Pablo Neruda

Through this beautiful poem, Pablo Neruda brilliantly illustrates the difficulty and pain of having to forget, where once we loved:

“I can write the saddest lines tonight”
(She’s not with me)

Write, for example: The night is starry,
and the stars in the distance flicker blue.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this I held her in my arms.
I kissed her many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How not to love his big staring eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think that I have not. To feel that I have lost it.

Hearing the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls on the soul as on dewy grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep it.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

That’s all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul is not resigned to having lost it.
As if to bring it closer my gaze seeks it.
My heart seeks her, and she is not with me
The same night that makes the same trees white.
We those of that time, we are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, it is certain, but how much I loved her.
My voice sought the wind to touch his hearing.

On the other. It will be something else. As before his kisses.
His voice, his pale body. His infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s for sure, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, and oblivion is so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is not resigned to having lost her.

Although this is the last pain she causes me
and these are the last lines I write to her. “

We live impregnated with the memories that our love has left us. Neither time, nor anger, nor our malaise, nor being with another person can ever lead us to oblivion.

In fact, it happens frequently to try to forget a love by starting a new relationship, but the results are almost never satisfactory. Indeed, by doing so, he deceives himself and the other.

The solution does not lie in oblivion

Going on with your life after the events that have happened does not mean having to forget everything you have lived. Rather, it is about accepting the fact that every single period of life leaves us indelible marks.

The only certain dimension is that of our present, and in it we will find the solution based on where we choose to place ourselves; it will be up to us to integrate it with the elements of the past that can serve us for life today.

Any past event, whether positive or negative, cannot be removed; for this reason it is important to take advantage of the possibility of extrapolating from each of them as many lessons as possible, enriching our personal experience.