King Edward of England visited the slums of London and arrived at the door of a dilapidated house, where an impoverished old woman lived. The king asked, "May I come in?" This question revealed the essence of noble culture: it is easy to be rich but hard to be noble. Wealth may make one rich, but without strong spiritual strength and a principle of respecting others, money alone is merely vulgar.
Forgetting someone does not mean never thinking of them again, but rather occasionally recalling them without emotional disturbance. True forgetting requires no effort. In everyone's phone book, there may be a number they will never dial nor delete; in everyone's heart, there may be someone they will never mention nor forget.
As we grow older, we understand that sometimes life requires patience. Let what is meant to come, come; let what is meant to leave, leave. Do not force or cling. What is hard to accept will eventually be understood; what is unattainable may arrive in another form. Do not rush or complain, simply wait for the answers time provides. Perhaps the answers themselves are not important. Once we let go, nothing is truly the most important, even as memory fades with time.