First comes denial. I thought that I never lost the key. Weeks passed when I told myself that if I found the key, I will immediately enter the room. I never really looked for the key. I believed that it was just there. I believed that I never lost it.
Another couple of weeks passed, and still there was no key. I started getting angry: angry for not finding the key, angry at every little thing, angry at myself. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I had to stop thinking about it. What have I done???
It took a while for me to realize that I just had to look in the right place, at the right time. It also made me realize how much it meant to me.
It's easy to lose our way. When we finally realize (and admit) that we have gone adrift, some of us choose to go on pilgrimages or 'vacations'. Some of us completely forget about it and move on. Others, like myself, choose to re-enter the Forgetting Room to be reminded of what we have forgotten.
Rambling Gypsy