Saturday, September 01, 2012

Past.


The past walks behind us like a shadow, in certain light this shadow that barks at our heels becoming more prominent, its presence becoming ever more known. Haunting and taunting at our feet, it is always there, and I think it is in our biology to look back, making sure that we do not become prey to the past that stalks us. Sometimes we run from it, but we always make sure that the past stays behind us, we make sure, or rather we try our hardest to make sure it never catches up with us.

Some of us grow to truly fear our past, because we left things unresolved. But I think the past can only be the past if we leave it there, behind us. In essence I think the past is like a stray dog, if you look back at it enough times it will start to follow you, eventually it will come to walk beside you and that past you thought you left behind can easily become your present, simply because you spent too long looking back, attracting the attention of what once was to come haunting back at you.

Maybe the past isn’t always so scary, so haunting, maybe looking back reminds you of an old friend once lost, and in doing so it provokes you to find that which you once lost. But I find it funny how we pretend that we had left the past behind, and are surprised when it creeps back on us, the thing is some of us never truly leave things behind. We keep looking back, we keep regretting what was, and in doing so we leave a window open to let the past back in. When you let go, when you stop fearing, stop looking back and regretting, that is when the past truly becomes the past and stays there. But you check back on it every once in a while, to make sure its still there, because after all the past is what defines your future, because the past was once your future.