Maybe it’s this time of year that brings the ghosts of the past back into present memory.
I found myself thinking of old friends, old relationships, jobs, even past versions of myself.
They would pop into my mind like a cluster of clouds suddenly appearing in a blue sky.
I would linger for a few moments, remembering. This happened several times before the past started looming over me, like a thunderstorm ready to pour out all its gathered water droplets.
I started comparing then and now. This person and that person. Me before and me now.
And just as the vortex of assembled past memories threatened to swallow me whole, I thought “eyes forward, face forward”.
My thoughts would insist, “but what about this? Remember this?”.
An intriguing scene would unfold into my mind, full of emotion and colored with past love and loss.
And I remembered, “eyes forward, face forward.”
‘It’s not real’, I thought.
These people in my mind, the places in my memory. They don’t exist unless called upon.
Even then, they aren’t real. They have no bearing on my Now, my Upcoming.
As appealing or mesmerizing as the memory might be, I realized I could look away. I could look forward.
I could see the transparent nature of the ghosts and phantoms of the past. They develop as quickly as a cloud and can dissipate just as quickly.
Entrance yourself with that of your choosing, not with the scattered bits and bobs of the old.
Here’s to facing forward, facing right here and right now. Ready to greet the new friends, lovers, and fun makers that are yet to develop.
<3,
Heba
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