The future is condemned by the past.
What has transpired becomes the basis,
The reason why future decisions are made.
Liberty from this prison can only be achieved
By destroying everything we once knew.
Grinding our former selves into dust
Under the booted foot of the present.
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In my life, I feel like this many times. Wanting to reinvent myself. But then I look at my life as a wooden table that over time the surface is being covered with marks masked over buy multiple layers of paint. Am I a naked piece of plywood covered by expensive veneer? Underneath the moths and termites are eating away at? There is no destroying the origin of my species. I am who I am, and celebrate my past, even my mistakes are enshrined, tho be it in the mausoleum of guilt and shame. Because my past creates my ever evolving identity. The image of my subconscious I project to the enjoyment or irritation of others. I am who I am. I will grind myself down to form a new element, a new Me, using left over debris.
ReplyDeleteHey Anonymous,
ReplyDeleteI loved your response. It's very thought out. Almost a rebuttal at times.
"I am who I am, and celebrate my past, even my mistakes are enshrined, tho be it in the mausoleum of guilt and shame."
A much different sentiment than my own. I appreciate your response and hope to see further works in the future.