The past is a very useful thing. It is who we were. But then things in the past make us change.
We change from who we were to who we are. the past us becomes a ghost. ghosts are an unpleasant existence. a pestilence of sorts. Unless they follow us in to the present, we end up letting them go. They are our ghosts - somethings that exist but definitely cannot be seen. Those should remain that way.
When they come and pry and poke you into your present then these should be ignored or simply cut off... because if one is not welcome, then one should not try to get in. It is in bad taste and makes the other a cad.
In all things, there is a certain dignity that should be present. Once dignity is absent, then the relationship becomes disgusting. If both parties concerned understand this, it is more civilized. Else it speaks of some kind of mental perversion or a kind of derangement.
I hope my ghosts are all buried and all the skeletons in my closet are well and truly locked. I am older and wiser and certainly don't want anything other than a placid life peppered with a few exciting breath taking moments... after all, life is all about looking ahead towards the future and not looking over your shoulder to see if danger lurks around.
Ciao my past!
Hello future!
But the present is a gift!
:-)
We change from who we were to who we are. the past us becomes a ghost. ghosts are an unpleasant existence. a pestilence of sorts. Unless they follow us in to the present, we end up letting them go. They are our ghosts - somethings that exist but definitely cannot be seen. Those should remain that way.
When they come and pry and poke you into your present then these should be ignored or simply cut off... because if one is not welcome, then one should not try to get in. It is in bad taste and makes the other a cad.
In all things, there is a certain dignity that should be present. Once dignity is absent, then the relationship becomes disgusting. If both parties concerned understand this, it is more civilized. Else it speaks of some kind of mental perversion or a kind of derangement.
I hope my ghosts are all buried and all the skeletons in my closet are well and truly locked. I am older and wiser and certainly don't want anything other than a placid life peppered with a few exciting breath taking moments... after all, life is all about looking ahead towards the future and not looking over your shoulder to see if danger lurks around.
Ciao my past!
Hello future!
But the present is a gift!
:-)
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