Thought no.356 – Ghosts from your past

Sometimes it’s hard to run from your past. Sometimes you aren’t evening running, maybe time just goes past and those ghosts you are grateful to leave behind, are just that, behind. But then, sometimes, just when life is calm, the ghosts like to reappear, like to make their presence known, they remind you that they aren’t gone and they still have this horrible control over you. The past sometimes takes a very long time to get over, ghosts are just the same, they still have control over your emotions. Until, well, until they become strangers, until your ghosts are just strangers passing you occasionally that you don’t even need to blink an eye at, because emotions are linked to strangers. The ghosts lose their power and for once you don’t have to run from your past, because it is no longer chasing you.

Thought no.294 – Stranger in a photo

Seeing a picture of yourself when you were a baby or a toddler or really anytime in the past is a surreal moment I find. I see this young human, who bears a slight resemblance to my current self; I know this human is me and yet they appear to be a stranger. I do not remember ever being them or this moment that was snapped and is now frozen in time. It is odd to believe that I lived that but have no recollection, though I know within some recesses of my mind there lies these long forgotten memories of childhood. It makes me wonder what it would be like to be able to tap into these memories and have that young girl, so alike me, on this photo become someone I know rather than a stranger.

Thought no. 75 – Sillage

Robyn Schneider -The Beginning of Everything

We are all guilty of holding onto the past. We all hold on so tightly to those memories that sometimes make the future impossible to reach as we do nothing but live in the memories of old. I am a culprit of this. This can be sad as you think about all those moments that you cannot relive but sometimes it can also be beautiful. Sillage. I think that specific type of holding onto the past is beautiful; those small moments when you are so acutely aware that this moment is happening and passing. It makes you appreciate them more, it lets you revel in what has just past. Holding onto the past can be destructive especially if you hold onto it so tight nothing new can get in and become the past. But sometimes it is okay, it is okay when you are reveling in the beauty of the past and living in a moment of sillage.