I wouldn't ever want to get rid of my memories. Because they're mine and they're real and they happened. The past helps shape the future. Without them, I'm simply a person standing in the middle of time with nothing behind me to hold me up. I wouldn't go back and change anything, no. I don't regret. There are certainly alot of things I would have preferred to have never happened, but no, I don't regret. Sometimes, however, the past is haunting. It's not always in a bad way either, until you find yourself in a situation where being constantly reminded of aspects from your past can get you in trouble. I mean, it can make you feel guilty.
I didn’t used to have a conscious. I really didn’t. If I did something cruel or unfair, or if I was keeping something from someone or lying, it wouldn’t keep me up at night. I refused to let myself feel guilty. But that was a while ago, and I was a child and I believed in things (except for, obviously, the truth.) It’s conniving and immature and evil, I suppose, lying so often. And enjoying it and missing it is worse.
But I mean, the past, it can make you feel guilty. It can have you lying to yourself. Reminders of the past can make you do stupid things, it can make you almost believe you’re back there in the moment again. When you’ve moved on, or when you’re trying to move on, it’s obviously far more efficient to leave the past in the past. To save yourself, I mean. And the people around you.
It’s hard though. It’s a skill, I suppose. To move on. To believe that you are moved on in order to reach the next point in your life, even if it may not be true. The power of the mind, yes?
Yes.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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