I know it hasn’t arrived yet. The New Year. These next few days, for me, is a time of reflection. Thoughts of things before, and of what should, if any, be left behind as one steps, at that stroke of midnight, into an unknown future. Pristine, clean, never been used. Sort of a gift humankind has given itself, to use as we see fit, since the rest of the animal kingdom has no use for calendars or external clocks other than the seasons, the sun and moon. For them, time moves at a different pace and, if counted, not the same as we mark it.
Anyway, I know clinging tightly to the past is not really a good thing. Take it from me. I’m like a vine.
Learning from it, on the other hand, is what is important. Ever learning. Struggling, striving, stumbling blindly forward into the future, since the past is finished. Ended.
Personally, I don’t think we should forget what has passed. The happy, nor the sad.
It is that which has forged us into who we are, just, when brought to mind, realize it is simply that, the past, and forever will be (until/if someone actually does invent a time machine, then that is ‘a horse of a different colour’ <(Wizard of Oz ref :)
Perhaps there are some things/acquaintances I would rather forget if I could, but that would minus out the lesson.
Past references for future decisions?
There are others I shall always hold dear, attached to my soul forever and evermore.