The past eventually fades to the recesses of your mind, but it does so with the speed of a tortoise - while it fades, it is never forgotten. Is there ever a time when the past events of your life are so bad that you erase them from your memory? I suppose. But if we erase our past from our memories aren't we doomed to make the same mistakes again; shouldn't you hold on to some of, or maybe even all of your past so that you learn from it. It is much easier to say that you are letting go of the past than it is to actually let go of the past. The past has a life of it's own and won't be terminated just because you want it to.
You live, you learn.
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Sun kissed
Sun kissed sand colored skin lay bare A tapestry of eroticism glowing with desire Seeping lascivious proclivities, whispering Taunting, teas...
-
Misery loves company but right about now I would make terrible company...
-
Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
-
Today I have no idea what to post about, I actually did not intend to post today. There is never really a shortage of topics or inspiration ...
No comments:
Post a Comment