Cruising time. Looking back, I realized I can only go forward.
That no matter how you try to reconcile with your past whether because the present is fucked up, or the future is troublesome, or whatever fragments of pointless reasoning you could put up with, all efforts directed to resuscitate what has ended are efforts directed to waste.
And all I can do is to look back and learn to realize that things happen for some reason, maybe due to some untoward instances, or because of the mistakes that I (or they've) made, or by the things one did or didn't do; I must continue dealing with the present. No matter how dark and muddy it may seem.
That the healing I am seeking from someone starts from me. That I should let the cells seal what has been broken. Repair what has been damaged. And respect the nature of wear-and-tear of things that's a part of the living process.
Yes. Maybe sometimes, I could recline back on the past. But never live in it. Consider that a glass wall has been built between you and your yesterday. That the memories could still be seen and remembered but not to be repeated and dwell on.
You can't change the past. But you can do something about it in the present that will make the present a better past for the future.Labels: life, realization, self