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The one charm of the past is that it is the past.
...no, that's not quite right. The past is never truly "the past", now is it? The past lies upon the present in the same way a giant's dead body lies where it falls. It's strapped to our backs, and no matter what we do, we can always feel it there; ready to creep upon us once more.
The past is our definition. The good aspects... the bad aspects... All if it has worked in order to bring us to where we are; this second... this minute... this hour...
We can never change nor escape the past. But perhaps...just perhaps we can, in a way, make amends with it. We can make choices today based on the mistakes we've made in the past. Or we could make choices today that reflect the mistakes we've made in the past.
The past may already written. But the present... the future... is ours to decide.
...no, that's not quite right. The past is never truly "the past", now is it? The past lies upon the present in the same way a giant's dead body lies where it falls. It's strapped to our backs, and no matter what we do, we can always feel it there; ready to creep upon us once more.
The past is our definition. The good aspects... the bad aspects... All if it has worked in order to bring us to where we are; this second... this minute... this hour...
We can never change nor escape the past. But perhaps...just perhaps we can, in a way, make amends with it. We can make choices today based on the mistakes we've made in the past. Or we could make choices today that reflect the mistakes we've made in the past.
The past may already written. But the present... the future... is ours to decide.