The past is long gone.

I’ve been meaning to write something today but changed the topic last minute. I just feel like this one is so important that I have to record it here.

After I watched an episode of a TV Series I’ve been patronizing lately, I got the idea to write about how certain things in our past can definitely explain why we act the way we do now. I realize that part of our behavior stems out from what we have experienced and how we have been treated by other people before, whether we consciously know it or not. The past plays a vital role in our lives even if we – or I – constantly deny it.

The horrible experiences we had in our childhood easily got away because we gave them passes to slip and because at that time we didn’t think they made sense. But as soon as we grow older, we kind of look back and remember all those memories and now they all seem to matter to us. We play the situations in our head over and over again and that’s how hurt finally comes settling in among us. The blame game starts to be on play and the tragedy follows. Then we feel worse.

We all have a bad past. I have been very vocal about not paying attention to the past and completely forgetting it. However, I learned that regardless of how bad my past was, there are people out there who can tell me tragic stories they’ve gone through. My bad experience won’t stand a chance against who wins the worst past.

Some people with severe depression illnesses resort to shockwave therapies just to wipe out the bad apples in their brains. I guess we can’t blame them for risking losing their good memories together with the bad if doing shockwave therapies will be a way for them to escape their dark histories.

But the past is long gone. We can’t do anything about it regardless of how many times we put on our heads all the what ifs that we could have done, the things we did or didn’t do, the chances we let slip away. We can either shamefully repeat the same shit or simply learn. I know this is easier said than done but really the best remedies are try not to remember and if you can’t at least try not to entertain the past, move forward with big hopes and dreams, never hesitate of starting fresh over and over again, and that life is always there waiting for us to be re-written.

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How did this whole thing started in the first place? Well I think ever since I was a kid, I've always wanted to express myself . Sure I could have picked painting, singing, dancing, playing instruments, crafting, or any of those lovely forms of artistry as a medium for me to channel my thoughts and emotions, but in writing is where my heart belongs. Technically, I had no degree in writing but that doesn't make me less of a writer. I have no idea what the future has in store for me but I've always known deep down in my heart that I want to write. P.S. if you reach this site then please know that I am thankful that you give time for this and that you like to read. Also, no matter what you're going through, believe me when I say things will get better.

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