Dear Loving people,
Join me as I
write this letter to my Past. It could equally be your past. Given that our past
often hangs around us for a while, I will be choosing my words carefully but
being firm….
My time honored
past, you have this way of letting me dwell on you from time to time to the
extent that I now think its okay because as it goes, I am human with
emotions. As I live life and experience it to its fullest, it’s only
natural that I sometimes cling onto what once was.
Some
days it’s easy to get stuck in the past, to dwell on the things that didn’t
turn out the way we wanted them to. It can be easy to slip into this way
of thinking when we are feeling sick, lonely or stressed. Whilst reflecting on
the past can be a helpful learning tool for making better choices going
forward, spending too much time looking back and wondering what could have been
is often a waste of time and energy.
I read from an
unknown author that “A bend
in the road is not the end of the road…unless you fail to make the turn.” That is why I must tell you that when my human desire to
cling to you affects my future, I begin a potentially unhealthy and seemingly
endless battle with anchors that can hold me down and sink me. At such moment
malicious Past, you better leave me alone.
I grew up in a
rural community wherein recounting frightful allegories was the order of the
day. I once was told that at a certain in October every year, a fierce faceless
creature in the form of a man roamed the hills and lonely roads decapitating
children. This story often paralyzed me and killed all ounces of courage in me,
I was often scared to death when my parents sent me on an errand that required
me passing through lonely roads. I could not stay in the house alone, or be
anywhere alone. It got to a point where I was sick during the month of October
just thinking that I might be a victim at any moment. It was much later in life
when I got to realize that the story had some similarities with the Celtic
feast of Samhain and that parents used it to deter their children from
wondering about aimlessly.
But
then, I carried this burden with me, letting it anchor me down, which made
certain locations, periods, and possibilities “off limits.” I dreaded every October,
afraid that my emotions would spin out of control because of these anchors. Sometimes
they did, but it took me a while to realize it was because I let them. I got know that many other people who might
have experienced a breakup, a tragic
death, or a streak of bad luck, certain people, places, and things probably
anchor them to the past. Now is the time for you let go and move forward:
Desolate Past, I am telling you exactly how I am going to kill
you. When
I begin to dwell on you my Past more than I feel is healthy, I ask myself a
series of open-ended questions: Why does this memory matter to me? Does it
serve me to restrict certain opportunities because they remind me of this
memory? What’s the worst that can happen if I’m faced with a brutal reminder of
this memory? What can I do to live with this memory, accept it, and move
forward? And of course, eliminate could, should and would from my vocabulary. Sue
Augustine advices “Our past can control today and tomorrow only to the degree we allow
it. The past should not be a place where we dwell but a place from which we
learn all we can and then move on.”
Miserable Past, I am taking with seriousness Take Dr. Seuss’s
words: “Those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.” I
am capitalizing on your feeble tactics as an opportunity to discover who is
really touching my life now. Who’s truly
there for me? How can I enjoy my shared connection with a person to my life
now? I am trying my hardest to forget about who once was there for me.
I have decided
to be
there
for those who are there for me. I think that this is a great step in building
new and meaningful relationships to help focus on the present. Perhaps they’re
anchored down, too. We can help each other. This is why reciprocated
relationships are the only ones that truly work.
I have come to
understand that my anchor does not own me. It cannot dictate my
actions, make me feel inferior, or restrict me from living the life I want
without my consent. I hence know that I am my own person, every anatomical and
emotional part of me. My charisma is unique and I am owning it and I know I
will rise up.
To drive home the
last nail on your coffin shameless Past, I am now busy with my daily activities, I
will hence identify with like-minded people because I have realized that each
new day presents me with huge opportunities to make new memories happen. This
is a gift I have often taken for granted. I must tell you that your anchors will
not hold me down anymore. I have opted to let go and now they are slight
road-bends in the endless highway of life.
Sue
Augustine says “The time has come to lay that baggage down and leave behind all the
struggling and striving. You can be set free as you journey forward into a
balanced healthy and rewarding future.”