By: Ifra Javed
Things happen. Things you couldn’t have foreseen. Things you didn’t expect from yourself. Things, at the thought of which you shudder. There is no rewind button in life, nothing of the sort. No gadget has been created that can turn our lives to smart TV, with its special remote to rewind pause and forward.
So how is that you detach yourself from your past, and move on? How is it that you can obstruct from regretting? How is it that you grow?
The blatant truth is, you can’t. Your past is who you are. Your past creates you. Your past gives you strength but eventually it haunts you. Breaks you apart. Confronting your past is the only way to move on. Regrets cannot be prevented, but it is they who teach you. Improve you. Rejuvenate you. And there ain’t a tree I have seen that grew after its roots were cut off. Isn’t that what our past is? Our roots? But our future beguiles us into believing that our past is a burden. A burden we must rid ourselves off to proceed to the glorious future.
But our past is like that one enemy, that one hater, that unknowingly brings out the best in you. This whole life is a battle, where we belligerently fight our past, and strive to achieve our future. Where our present is a mere existence.
Things happen. Things you couldn’t have foreseen. Things you didn’t expect from yourself. Things, at the thought of which you shudder. There is no rewind button in life, nothing of the sort. No gadget has been created that can turn our lives to smart TV, with its special remote to rewind pause and forward.
So how is that you detach yourself from your past, and move on? How is it that you can obstruct from regretting? How is it that you grow?
The blatant truth is, you can’t. Your past is who you are. Your past creates you. Your past gives you strength but eventually it haunts you. Breaks you apart. Confronting your past is the only way to move on. Regrets cannot be prevented, but it is they who teach you. Improve you. Rejuvenate you. And there ain’t a tree I have seen that grew after its roots were cut off. Isn’t that what our past is? Our roots? But our future beguiles us into believing that our past is a burden. A burden we must rid ourselves off to proceed to the glorious future.
But our past is like that one enemy, that one hater, that unknowingly brings out the best in you. This whole life is a battle, where we belligerently fight our past, and strive to achieve our future. Where our present is a mere existence.
Very well written, deep words.
ReplyDeleteAll abt the experiences ..
ReplyDeleteBut you get in the state of horripilation and feel more helpless and weak when you realize that future can’t be trusted. It’s life which is a mystery.
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