There was a time when the ghosts used to scare me, but I have learned to ignore them. However, there is still one of them insisting on scaring me.
Oh, and today when my reality is different, you come to me as if you were a ghost to whisper your “boo”. What is the reason? Where is the sense in that?
Is it some existential crisis? Did not you take your Prozac today? Have you realized your wonderful world is not so wonderful and the beautiful colorful little stones in the street are not that beautiful?
Oh! There was a time I thought I would be sucked into the black hole without you. Yesterday I could not see my future. You have thrown me into the dark cave. You have thrown me onto the mud with no pain and no mercy.
The desperation made me look for the exit. Inside the cave I have learned a lot about myself. I have discovered a power you did say I did not have. You made me believe I would be nothing without you, only garbage.
And you were right. I was garbage because I have lived with garbage. I have learned your throwing me onto the mud was hard and painful, but it was the key you gave that was able to set me free from the handcuffs used to tie me to you. I was a coward and if you did not do this, perhaps I would never move a muscle and I would have adjusted to the situation.
I have recycled myself. I have recycled my mind. I have recycled my Book of the Days. I have turned the page. I have found my inner chameleon. What about you? Have you recycled yourself or decided to rot in the sameness?
The pawns of your chess pass by me and they say me “hi”. Your pawns are loyal to you, victims of your hypnosis, of your brain washing. Beautiful will be the day they wake up from the trance and kick against you. You will see you are garbage without your garbage.
My past I let in the past. It is a big window subjected to the weather. Every day it will become dirtier and much more difficult to see through. A pile of days, hours, minutes, seconds are able to kill fool and silly emotions. From my past I bring essential lessons to improve the person I am today. What makes me feel good and what makes me feel bad. What I can use and what I can discard.
So past, let the past in the past. I do not want to live it again, no, thanks. Do you need it to feel better? I am not willing to make you part of my present, let alone my future.
And if one day we meet each other in the streets of life, do not freak you out if I pretend I did not see you, if I pass by you as a simple other one, as if I cross the street. The etiquette will not be able to hand me over to falseness and artificiality. I back to the indifference. What about you? Do you live to your past?
Past, it is over. Live me alone, make your path and look for happiness (the farther from me, the better).
Adiós. Goodbye. Au revoir.
Oh, and today when my reality is different, you come to me as if you were a ghost to whisper your “boo”. What is the reason? Where is the sense in that?
Is it some existential crisis? Did not you take your Prozac today? Have you realized your wonderful world is not so wonderful and the beautiful colorful little stones in the street are not that beautiful?
Oh! There was a time I thought I would be sucked into the black hole without you. Yesterday I could not see my future. You have thrown me into the dark cave. You have thrown me onto the mud with no pain and no mercy.
The desperation made me look for the exit. Inside the cave I have learned a lot about myself. I have discovered a power you did say I did not have. You made me believe I would be nothing without you, only garbage.
And you were right. I was garbage because I have lived with garbage. I have learned your throwing me onto the mud was hard and painful, but it was the key you gave that was able to set me free from the handcuffs used to tie me to you. I was a coward and if you did not do this, perhaps I would never move a muscle and I would have adjusted to the situation.
I have recycled myself. I have recycled my mind. I have recycled my Book of the Days. I have turned the page. I have found my inner chameleon. What about you? Have you recycled yourself or decided to rot in the sameness?
The pawns of your chess pass by me and they say me “hi”. Your pawns are loyal to you, victims of your hypnosis, of your brain washing. Beautiful will be the day they wake up from the trance and kick against you. You will see you are garbage without your garbage.
My past I let in the past. It is a big window subjected to the weather. Every day it will become dirtier and much more difficult to see through. A pile of days, hours, minutes, seconds are able to kill fool and silly emotions. From my past I bring essential lessons to improve the person I am today. What makes me feel good and what makes me feel bad. What I can use and what I can discard.
So past, let the past in the past. I do not want to live it again, no, thanks. Do you need it to feel better? I am not willing to make you part of my present, let alone my future.
And if one day we meet each other in the streets of life, do not freak you out if I pretend I did not see you, if I pass by you as a simple other one, as if I cross the street. The etiquette will not be able to hand me over to falseness and artificiality. I back to the indifference. What about you? Do you live to your past?
Past, it is over. Live me alone, make your path and look for happiness (the farther from me, the better).
Adiós. Goodbye. Au revoir.
