Forgotten times

The past is the friend that never leaves, the enemy that is relentless in it's pursuit for you to remember, the mother that cares, the lover the breaks your heart. The past is the past but is it ever just the past? Do you ever truly bid farewell to the past? Or does it linger, like unwanted presence of an uninvited guest. For some fortunate beings the past is the comfort that makes them a better person but most of us mere mortals, the past haunts us, sometimes in our dreams.

Our past in not fact but a experience or a perspective. Events we lived through become either tokens of joy or reminders of sinful ways. Points of celebrations are now times we were under the influence of something other than rationality. We constantly seek to fix, change or hide from our past. Sometimes we make excuses,"I was young back then", or "I was a different person" and my personal favourite, "I don't do those things any more." For some it's easy to lay bare their past, "here it is world! Take it as it is!" Oh the freedom,oh the liberation, oh the joy. To be unchained from the shackles of your past is like tasting water for the first time after being stuck in a desert.

But wait! What if, you don't want let go? What if your past is the embodiment of perfection? And now you are simply a shell? Could you let go and would you want to? The life that you once lived is out of reach and you miss it. Sometimes you catch yourself, the person that once was. Sometimes its so real that you can taste it, you can feel it and you can touch it. You can even fool yourself to think you have attained it again but as quickly as came, its gone. Leaving you with only the remnants. 

The past is the loyal friend that never leaves, it the relentless enemy, the father that teaches, the lover that breaks your heart.