The past is a funny thing.
Funny strange, that is.
It builds who we are…and can imprison us at the same time.
That’s the “funny strange” part.
It makes us who we are….and, at the same time, can keep us from becoming who we can be….if we only focus on what provided pain.
How do you compile and collate a history….without getting bogged down with past failure and perceived betrayal?
How do you move on….and let the ghosts of the past be only the ineffectual spectres that they really are?
How do you do that?
That’s the advice I’d give myself….if I was in the mood to really listen.
Let the dead bury the dead.