The Ghosts of The Past

The ghosts of the past always come back to haunt you… From their dark corners of the oblivion they’ll appear back into your life… over and over again.

You can’t stop them nor send them away… you can only welcome them and share your memories with them…

A chamomile tea and a white candle… on the table of the reunion… you should have.

Now… just start talking… and never interrupt them. You should always listen to what they have to say… but make no mistake… the ghosts of the past know you better than you ever knew yourself.

“How is The Past doing?” — you’re gonna ask impatiently… “… It is as dark as I remember it?…”

“We miss you…” the ghosts reply. — “… We want you to go back to us!…”

“But what about The Present? And what about The Future? Will they let me just leave with you right now?!?” — your question arises from your fear…

“Let’s go… for just one minute. They’ll wait for you here… you know…” — the sneaky ghosts insisted.

And there you have it… There you’ll go… Back to your past… back to your memories… together… hand in hand with these treacherous and nasty ghosts…

You’ll think it’s just a minute… Your present and your future… they will wait for you. But minutes turn to hours and hours turn to days. And sometimes… it will take you months to come back… Or even years…

You’ll wander through that darkness… you’ll hear the ghostly voices… you’ll see your memories unfolding right before your eyes… Your mind will think it’s real, your soul will feel it deeply, your hands will touch the air and your feet will walk… the walk of shame.

At first you will be amazed by this glorious movie of your past life… So many beautiful moments that will fill you with joy and pride. You’ve missed yourself… the person that lived all those memorable times and visited all those great places and had those unforgettable, incredible experiences… You’ve missed everything so much…

And you love this feeling… this coming back… this gigantic illusion you breathe in… It’s all so delightful… It’s like a sweet and divine heaven you’ve carried with you all this time… You feel completely safe.

But then the lightning strikes. And with those beautiful memories… the flood of tears comes back too… and the awful tornadoes of your soul… and the excruciating pain… and the sorrows… the many sorrows of your past lives. All that guilt… and all that shame… all those mistakes and all those regrets… it’s all coming back in furious waves. And all these past memories torment your poor soul and all you’ve done in your life tortures your mind… until you get confused, overwhelmed and lost. You don’t even know who you are anymore…

The Ghosts Of The Past left you there and you don’t even know where you are anymore… or how to get back to the surface of truth.

It all feels so real… The Past is so alive now. You brought it back to life and you’re reliving it all… over and over again… and you can’t stop it. It’s in you… It’s you… It’s everywhere around you… It controls you… It enslaves you… It eats you up completely.

There’s nowhere to go. There’s nowhere to run. You’re the prisoner of Your Past now…

You’re drowning in this muddy water of your past… and no one is there to save you. You’re swallowed by the swamp of your memories… falling deeper and deeper into the dark hole of hopelessness. The present and the future are so far away… They don’t even hear you screaming anymore. The music of the memories is too loud.

Your ghosts have been leading you into your own hell… and left you there. Alluring you with the irresistible scent of the past… you got trapped by your own web of lies and illusions.

It’s too late to come back. The present and the future moved forward without you… You’ve lost that time forever. You’ve lost your life in search of the dead… you’ve lost your light going back to that darkness. The feeling of regret is pointless now… you can’t take it back… because what you did there in your present… is already in the past.

The Ghosts of The Past will always haunt you… They will come back… always… to hunt you down… They will always seduce you… to come back…

Please understand… The Ghosts of The Past are not your friends anymore.

Remember that when you’ll make that chamomile tea…