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“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.”
Austin O’Malley
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“You remember too much,”
my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that?
And I said,
“Where can I put it down?”
Anne Carson
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I am not sure what it is about people and the past, but … whew … the past should come up with a new name because it seems to reside in the present more
than it does in the past.
Maybe we should stop referring to past regrets, memories, decisions, moments, whatevers, and simply refer to them as eternal things.
Maybe then we could just accept when they happen, in the moment, that they will be our constant companion from that day on.
Maybe then we could stop with the incredibly silly advice of “you need to let that go” or “what’s in the past is done” <as if these trite-isms will magically make the past disappear>.
I say all that because no matter how much anyone tries to convince us and coach us, and no matter how much we, personally, try to convince ourselves and coach ourselves, we cannot leave a memory, in particular, our memory behind.
Sorry. Harsh truth. We cannot really ‘put it down’ and then keep walking.
And, you know what?
That’s okay if you just frickin’ accept it rather than fight it every step of the way <investing energy every step of the way>. In fact. I could argue that if you take on this mindset, you never really leave anything behind, BUT, you actually learn how to set it aside in the appropriate moments. And, in my pea like brain, that is what matters. I honestly like my memories; even the bad ones. They make up who I am today and represent some aspects of who I was yesterday. I attain more each day and rather than discard some I
have found that human memory space, unlike a thumb drive, does not have limited space. It all fits in there.
Good, bad, boring and exciting. They all fit in there.
And I like the fact that when I want to, and when it may be good and helpful to do so, I can trawl through my memory banks and think about a memory or two.
But they don’t overwhelm me nor are they constantly whispering in my ear.
I think by me accepting they are eternal they know I am not trying to kill them off so they are comfortable taking naps and long sleeps in the comfort I am not going to grab a pillow and suffocate them in their sleep.
Sure.
Sometimes they wake up and say “pay attention to me” or “well, I am awake, what are you are doing and what have you been doing while I have been sleeping?” and sometimes, just sometimes, I am glad they wake up when they do and make me pay attention to something that maybe I had stored away and forgotten. And, yeah, sometimes they wake up at inopportune moments & times and demand I pay attention to them when I would much rather prefer they would just shut up.
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“The past is never where you think you left it.”
Katherine Anne Porter
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I am fairly sure you really cannot leave a memory, or the past behind. I do know for sure that if you do try and leave it, uhm, it will never stay exactly where you put it.
Huh?
Think “context.”
I may place a memory in some drawer labeled ”sad regret” only to go back at some point and find that drawer empty and open the drawer that says “empowering self-enlightenment” only to find that memory tucked in there now. Yeah. Time, context & experiences can actually move the past into different slots than where you may have left them. I imagine in some way you are actually reinterpreting the past because of all the experiences since then.
Anyway. Here is the weird thing about ‘the past’ that maybe should make you sit & ponder a bit. The past is not some stone placed somewhere on your Life path. It actually exhibits characteristics more like a loyal pet. It will follow along sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, sometimes behind, and sometimes beside.
Look.
I am not a psychologist nor am I some Life coach just an everyday schmuck who has had a shitload of experiences in Life and figured out trying to ‘leave behind’ some past memory & experience truly has a snowball’s chance in hell of working. So I figured I would try just bringing the along for the ride as I accumulate them to see how that went.
And it has worked out pretty well.
Regardless. What I do know is that your past is never where you think you have left it so you may as well bring it along. ponder.



I like the thought that maybe each of us is really a star <shining brightly for something good or hopeful within ourselves as well as possibly for someone else>.


It probably sucks the life out of … well … life. It attempts to take the duality, or the importance thereof, out of Life.
Not first impressions, but first words.
I do not sit here today writing to suggest anyone should be more careful with regard to what they say first. I do not because I believe most of us are pretty careful with our first words.
I say that recognizing it is tough to be optimistic these days. And I don’t mean because of what is actually happening in today’s world, but rather because if you are optimistic you run the significant risk of being trampled by a herd of cynicism, pessimism and those unwilling to believe the future can be better than the past. That said. I believe the bigger challenge we face is a general reluctance to believe people can change or should be forgiven.
Can someone actually leave the old baggage behind and move on to do better things? <a question we should all be asking ourselves in today’s world>
Far too many people today do not see much to be upbeat about. They simply see a lot of existing problems getting worse. And because of that they are tending to gather around anyone promising a return to an imaginary past era of greatness.

But.
There is a really nonsensical thought that is strewn throughout the World Wide Web with regard to 

Stephen R. Covey
We talk about changing the world and ‘rocking the universe’ not only when young, but in discussions where we are thinking about maximizing our potential or maybe we do it simply to convince ourselves we can do something that matters.
In other words, basically the universe you had planned against has conspired against you in a seemingly random way.

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That said.
And unless someone is lying just to get everyone’s unrealistic hopes up, any hope is better than no hope. You can either not have hope, or have false hope, or real hope <albeit ‘real’ and ‘hope’ is a tenuous relationship>.

And in a sometimes complex fragmented world where everyone is shouting how different they are <and people are becoming more & more cynical> distinctness can win. And more often than not you will also be, well, different. In addition. In today’s world about the
Trust me. These are the meetings and discussions in which I often sit dumbfounded and silent and thinking
Life does not suffer fools lightly. Life is oblivious to your impatience <and relatively indifferent to you in general>. And Life bleeds into any and every organization.


Every day is not easy and actively pursuing happiness shoves our happy ass in a slippery sloped rabbit hole faster than you can blink an eye.