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The Past

i feel ambivalence towards a lot of things in life, but i think my past is what i wonder about most. sure, i wouldn’t be who i am today without key elements of that, but has it really been worth the travail? it’s not like i’ve “arrived” at some meaningful sense of completeness or accomplishment.

if anything, i’m a ghost of my former self. with each passing day, bits of me fall off and get left behind. it’s a maudlin stagger of unepic proportions, and i’m headed towards whatever the hell kind of finish line is fated for me. until then, i’m just a zombie who used to worship another zombie.

i’m just an unformed thing.

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17 thoughts on “The Past

  1. We don’t come to religion or faith in God being forced, nor have I learnt should we blindly accept the teachings of whatever church we went to. If you believe or not, it’s a process — we’re meant to think, consider, wander, doubt, it’s how we understand. Don’t let a bad past ruin a future opportunity, to one day believe and this time the truth. We can’t change the past it so leave it. Relevant piece and sad, you come across so numb. Beautiful art.

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  2. thefeatheredsleep says:

    If you are an unformed thing, then what does that make the 99 percent of people who: Never think, have no conscience, do not consider outside their narcissistic selves? And are not artist in any way? I think perhaps the fact you see yourself as unformed makes sense, because to be formed is to know everything and the true seeker does not know everything, in fact, the more you know, the more you realize, you know nothing and it is only when you realize you know nothing, that you are open to the truths of the universe. Jus sayin 😉 (I happen to like unformed things, they make the best shapes, they keep you guessing and their creativity is boundless like Prometheus)

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