The Past

It’s funny how the past can haunt you, how things that you did, distorted by time and distance, can creep up on you and cripple you emotionally.

The past can make you feel guilty for things that you can’t remember clearly.  The past makes you doubt yourself.  It ties you up in knots, slowly driving you insane.

The past can weigh you down; make you feel as if you are carrying a block of concrete on your shoulders.

The past can torment you; memories of distant days suddenly appearing out of nowhere, bringing you down and keeping you there.

The past can make you feel unworthy; fractured glimpses of times supposedly long forgotten can churn up your insides and drive you to distraction.

The past can make you doubt yourself; make you guess and second guess your actions.

The past can make you wonder if you are still paying for things now; paying for things that are microscopic to most rational people, and yet to you are towering monoliths to a life filled with regret.

The past never lets you be.