Forgetfulness can be blissful. Not only those who forget are bound to do again what they have forgotten, as the saying goes, but also those who are constantly reminded of things that otherwise they would have forgotten might be tempted to repeat them, again and again. Remembering the past - being forced to remember it, instead of burying it as it ought to be - may have taught them the trick and the way of doing something they wouldn't have been able to do on their own. "Let bygones be bygones" would be a superior form of wisdom - if one could only accept it. (And it's the same with writing: one has the impression of getting rid of something disturbing only because they have written about it, but writing itself helps strengthen the manacles one wanted to shake off. Even one word may be one word too much).
I am still standing in the rain, as I used to, and I am still getting wet, as I used to. But once I immediately opened my umbrella or sought shelter somewhere, as if the rain could corrode me. I was afraid of the water dripping off my hair, I was annoyed if I couldn't see through my glasses and kept on taking them off and wiping them with a tissue. Now I'll have to learn to keep still in the rain (if I haven't yet) and let it flow down, for it cannot change me too much.
You wanted to be cold, didn't you? Alas, you just managed to be lukewarm.