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.
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