These things are scary.
I hang around my past because I like it. It’s a good friend. It’s comfortable. It understands me. I understand it. I’ve had time to go over my past in mind and dissect it, coming to terms with it, re-living it as it were, for good or for bad. My past and I, we’re “happy” together.
But I’m not getting anywhere.
My past is like an old boyfriend who just can’t let go. It drags me back in when I think of making a move in a forward direction. It reminds me that sometimes it was really good and staying would make me happy. But then I remember that, sometimes, my past was not so good. And leaving would make me happy, too.
And yet I stay, firmly entrenched in my past.
That’s the key.
Forgiveness of oneself. Forgiveness of others. There may not be specific wrong-doings. But to move forward, we must forgive. We must “get over it.”
We must stop re-reading the last chapter of our lives.