Dear journal,
Today something happened. It was fortunate that I am living right now. I got in a car accident and I thought I would die. My whole life flashed before my eyes. Then I thought to myself, if I were to die right now, would I really be proud of who I am?
The question hit me fast, almost like a parallel to the other car. I prayed to God I wouldn't die. I don't think I have done everything there is. I do not think it is my time. An angel's hand guided me through this journey and I felt an aura of safeness.
It was truly a miracle that I am living right now. The doctor's all said I am one of those rare cases you don't see often. But when you do, they know something is good. There must be some things right in this world.
The doctors told me that if I was saved in that car crash, that I must have a purpose. There must be a reason I was saved. I am a believer that everything happens for a reason, and this my friend, is definitely something to speculate.
The more I thought about my question, am I proud of who I am, the more my past was highlighted. Instead of all the good things in my life, the bad stuck out. Which annoyed me because I'd like to think that I am more good than bad.
I did survive that. I am a survivor and now I need to make a new future. I have made mistakes in my past, but have you not? I have done things I regret.
Since my miraculous save, it has taught me more about life and how I should live from now on. I have done things that I do not fully respect, I have done things that leave me with heavy burdens of remorse. But as I ponder on the second chance I have received, I realize that I have a new futur to look to. I am excited and ready for what it holds. I will leave my past behind. The past has made me who I am but it does not need to be dwelled upon.
Rest in peace, past.
Welcome, future.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Obituary on the past (multi-genre #2)
The past, rest in peace.
It was born as the present, something living, something amazing. But with an unfortunate turn of events, the past became a burden, it became a horrible heavy regret. The past while it was present, was highly developed. It was a present in which all would like to make its' acquaintance Just like it was called a present, it truly was. Knowing the present in the past form was a gift to all that realized the past that they were viewing.
Everything seemed to align for the present and it had a bold futur set out. Soon, the bold futur took a glimpse of what it had passed in the past and it became a heavy remorse. It was the weight, pain and agony of the remorseful past that made it almost unbearable.
The past contained much of everything we loved. It was all that was meant to be. It loved to be perfect. It loved to be right. But it was only right for so long.
How can something so good end so bad?
The question lingers as today, right here and now, we rest the past in peace. No grave stones or markings will be left to remember it. It was at one time, so good. But as all good things end, the past needed to. It was abrupt and swung off the feet unconsciously. Everything flashed before your eyes as your whole past was remembered in a blink.
In lieu of reminiscing in the past, the present should be highlighted and it should be noted that today a new futur is to begin. A new futur which holds so much more than the past did.
No viewings of the past shall ever be resurfaced again. For the easiest way to grieve is to block out and forget. Now as we celebrate the living of the past; it has made me who I am.
It was born as the present, something living, something amazing. But with an unfortunate turn of events, the past became a burden, it became a horrible heavy regret. The past while it was present, was highly developed. It was a present in which all would like to make its' acquaintance Just like it was called a present, it truly was. Knowing the present in the past form was a gift to all that realized the past that they were viewing.
Everything seemed to align for the present and it had a bold futur set out. Soon, the bold futur took a glimpse of what it had passed in the past and it became a heavy remorse. It was the weight, pain and agony of the remorseful past that made it almost unbearable.
The past contained much of everything we loved. It was all that was meant to be. It loved to be perfect. It loved to be right. But it was only right for so long.
How can something so good end so bad?
The question lingers as today, right here and now, we rest the past in peace. No grave stones or markings will be left to remember it. It was at one time, so good. But as all good things end, the past needed to. It was abrupt and swung off the feet unconsciously. Everything flashed before your eyes as your whole past was remembered in a blink.
In lieu of reminiscing in the past, the present should be highlighted and it should be noted that today a new futur is to begin. A new futur which holds so much more than the past did.
No viewings of the past shall ever be resurfaced again. For the easiest way to grieve is to block out and forget. Now as we celebrate the living of the past; it has made me who I am.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Poems on letting go (multi-genre #1)
I don't live there anymore
Do not live in the past
For that is not a part of you anymore
There is new freedom in the future
There is new hope to live for
Do not live in the past
Turn instead to a new page
No use reminiscing
In what we can not change
Do not live in the past
Everyone makes mistakes
Keep moving through life
Use everything it takes
Do not live in the past
We must move forward with strength
Everything that has happened
Has tested your faith
Do not live in the past
Think of it as a compilation
It has made you who you are
Live with new expectation
I am not living in the past anymore.
I have a newfound goal.
I have changed who I am.
I have something new to live for.
Haiku:
Let go of the past
Never regret or look back
Look towards the future
ABC poem:
All the past consists is stories
Both good and bad
Compiled memories
Deaths and pain
Eagerness and gain
Forgiven burdens
Greater love
How I moved on
I do not know
Just looking forward to what the future holds
Kill me not
Let me forget whats behind
Musts and distrusts
Never ending lies
Oh but don't worry
People do change
Quietly
Rest in peace
Sweet, sweet past
To never and beyond
Under no such circumstance
Valid truths continue
We do not hold the past
Xerotic past
Young, new life
Zazzy future
Cinquain Poem:
Past
Intriguing, repulsing
Made you, you
What's past is past
Forgotten
Do not live in the past
For that is not a part of you anymore
There is new freedom in the future
There is new hope to live for
Do not live in the past
Turn instead to a new page
No use reminiscing
In what we can not change
Do not live in the past
Everyone makes mistakes
Keep moving through life
Use everything it takes
Do not live in the past
We must move forward with strength
Everything that has happened
Has tested your faith
Do not live in the past
Think of it as a compilation
It has made you who you are
Live with new expectation
I am not living in the past anymore.
I have a newfound goal.
I have changed who I am.
I have something new to live for.
Haiku:
Let go of the past
Never regret or look back
Look towards the future
ABC poem:
All the past consists is stories
Both good and bad
Compiled memories
Deaths and pain
Eagerness and gain
Forgiven burdens
Greater love
How I moved on
I do not know
Just looking forward to what the future holds
Kill me not
Let me forget whats behind
Musts and distrusts
Never ending lies
Oh but don't worry
People do change
Quietly
Rest in peace
Sweet, sweet past
To never and beyond
Under no such circumstance
Valid truths continue
We do not hold the past
Xerotic past
Young, new life
Zazzy future
Cinquain Poem:
Past
Intriguing, repulsing
Made you, you
What's past is past
Forgotten
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