We all are carrying a past, either a small luggage of it, a very complicated one, or one that hasn’t disappeared yet. A past that is in your present. It may not make sense, but some live in their past. It keeps on following them as if it can not let go of them, or perhaps should I say, they can not let go of it.
I’m not sure if I myself am completely detached and have been completely unfastened from my own past. But for what it’s worth, I do try hard to leave it behind me and look forward eager to discover what’s life is holding for me. Restless to unveil what the future will bring.
The truth is, no matter how much we try to not think about it, to act as if didn’t happen, or hide behind our new lives, and recent preoccupations, the past did happen. Wether you like to admit it or not, your past is real, it is in you, within you and will not disappear through the present nor the future.
Some parts from the past we might like, some other we despise. But if we are to be frank, we all are grateful for every and each event of it . It is what made us who we are now, it’s what decides who we will be next.
There is no doubt the past is wicked, but let us just take a moment of our time to cogitate our past, its impact on us, and which part we miss most, because let’s face it, memories are our only bridge to it, and nothing can take us back no matter how much we try.
It’s all past now…