Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the word ‘delete’.

Coming from the latin word ‘dēlēre’, it means to destroy or obliterate.

Which, to me, almost makes this word fairly redundant..

Because what in this world can we really ‘delete’?

Feelings… buildings… people… these things may slip away from us: and once gone; perhaps forgotten.

But forgetting isn’t exactly deleting.

And even if we could delete feelings or memories like an unwanted word document…

Would you?