I'm having one of those months. You know, the one wherein I think i'm doing so well and am finally gaining some ground on the past, when suddenly everything does a 180 and now i'm not too sure anymore of the "progress" I made. Well to say the least it sucks.
When I say the past here, i'm not just talking about people or relationships, i'm referring to the totality of my past experiences - the bits and pieces that I had no choice but to let go of and the ones that I chose to just let loose. Old habits for instance as well as unhealthy thoughts and downright wrong thinking. As a work in progress there are just these things that you have to cut off from your life along the way; bury the past is what most people would usually say and I totally get why it has to be that way. Actually i'm a firm believer in the idea that the past isn't good for anything else, other than for its lessons. After fleshing it dry of life's wisdom, it's best to leave it behind. Buried and stomped on one last time for good measure.
But tell me, why do I often find myself looking for the freakin' shovel?
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