Fuhgeddaboudit: Zen Drop 20—The Undeniable Presence of No One in Particular

Read time 1 minute. When you let it go and fuhgeddaboudit, you embody the undeniable presence of no one in particular.

I seem to have forgotten something.
I have to remember.

What did I come in here for?
What was I about to say?

It’s on the tip of my tongue.

What is this nagging feeling?
I just can’t seem to shake it.
It’s making me crazy.

I feel—incomplete.
Yet the incompleteness feels somehow—
familiar.

Incomplete yet familiar.
Something’s hiding in that.

Forgetfulness is a break in the narrative—
of mind, of life unfolding.

First the strain to remember.
Then the scramble.
Then the strain to ignore the whole damn thing.

Or—and stay with me here—
Fuhgeddaboudit.

Neutral space.
Absence—
charged with presence.
A pause.
A reset.

Accept the forgetting—
Relief.
Even revelation.

Next time you space out, don’t get twisted.
Notice.
Draw a blank.
Mind the gap.

Trace it all back to the beginning.
You’ll find no one there—waiting.

Only the capacity to see.
The capacity to hear.
And the capacity to be.

The undeniable presence of no one in particular.

Forget remembering. Forget resisting. The deepest remembering is forgetting—without compromise.

(Except your keys.
You’re going to have to find them.
We’re not animals.)

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