“It’s amazing how people don’t change.”
That has been the single one thought that has been banging in my head since I woke up this morning.
A particular conversation last night brought to me a chance rendezvous with my past, and boy was it an insightful one.
Why am I not surprised? Why -more importantly- does the ringing reverberate and resonate so intently within the confines of my skull? Why -above all else- am I even remotely bothered by this?
I know not the answers to these questions, but if there’s one thing I know, it is that I am thoroughly glad that that element of my past is behind me.
Way, way behind me.
Thousands and thousands of miles so, in the dark recesses of the horrendous pit I got myself out of all those months ago.
Each and every day is an opportunity for me to move further and further away from that hell hole, and it is one that I have duly made use of.
Each and every day I grow more and more pleased with the current reality that is my life -a life made delightfully pristine without the presence of those nasty element(s) that I no longer associate myself with.
Each and every day I become more and more glad that there are people like you, you, and you: all the you(s) who have found me, stepped into my life, bringing along with you, and showing me so much love, so much warmth, so much decency, so much innocence, and so much life.
This is a post as much it is about the past as it is the future: yesterday, and today has been a reminder of the past -my past; one filled with a garbage truckload of negativity, and at the same time, it has been a reminder of how much much much better off I now am.
And how bloody lucky I am.
On this track, there is only one way to go -and it is forward.
That has been the single one thought that has been banging in my head since I woke up this morning.
A particular conversation last night brought to me a chance rendezvous with my past, and boy was it an insightful one.
Why am I not surprised? Why -more importantly- does the ringing reverberate and resonate so intently within the confines of my skull? Why -above all else- am I even remotely bothered by this?
I know not the answers to these questions, but if there’s one thing I know, it is that I am thoroughly glad that that element of my past is behind me.
Way, way behind me.
Thousands and thousands of miles so, in the dark recesses of the horrendous pit I got myself out of all those months ago.
Each and every day is an opportunity for me to move further and further away from that hell hole, and it is one that I have duly made use of.
Each and every day I grow more and more pleased with the current reality that is my life -a life made delightfully pristine without the presence of those nasty element(s) that I no longer associate myself with.
Each and every day I become more and more glad that there are people like you, you, and you: all the you(s) who have found me, stepped into my life, bringing along with you, and showing me so much love, so much warmth, so much decency, so much innocence, and so much life.
This is a post as much it is about the past as it is the future: yesterday, and today has been a reminder of the past -my past; one filled with a garbage truckload of negativity, and at the same time, it has been a reminder of how much much much better off I now am.
And how bloody lucky I am.
On this track, there is only one way to go -and it is forward.
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