I realize that the past is a state that exists when it is not the present. Confused? I can explain it! You lived, it happened, it was yesterday, it happened and then today you stumble into the past and everything that has happened comes to the surface, as if there were no such interval of time and events that separates the past from the present. The end points become commas, ellipses and you realize that some things will be as they have always been, whatever happens The past (when present) moves your memory, your heart, your mood, it makes you want be anywhere but now.
Who knows, going back to the beginning of this past and having the opportunity to do things differently, to change things that today, with a new mindset, you could lead successfully and masterfully, who knows how to stand there, prolong. this moment, so that I would never have to call it past, with this burning desire for something that was so good, but so good, that it should never have ended, who knows how not to change anything, or get stuck at the moment, just to live it more intensely?
- Or go back a few seconds before the past happens.
- Change things.
- Not allow it to be a past.
- Not allow it to be a present memory.
- Not allow it to be?I suppose these possibilities inspired the creators of “Back to the Future.
- But reality far outweighs fiction.
- Reality sometimes resembles a boldo.
- Bitter and healing tea.
- Sometimes a sweet cider.
- Which arrives sweet and in the end leaves a bitter and citrus flavor in the mouth.
- And is sometimes pure honey.
Reality does not allow us to change the past, it allows us to build the future, but without guarantees. The actions we are taking today, sometimes planned, sometimes impulsive, do not know exactly where they are going, are guided by hope. that when they reach the future they will produce a past that will awaken in us the nostalgia of having lived long enough, not in our lives, but in the quality we give to our existence.
How many calls will we make, how many more letters we’ll write!Emails to reply, messages to thank, comments, SMS to send. How many places we haven’t visited yet, how many people we don’t know as well as we would, how many memories will continue to be built to form the persistent past?
How many requests for forgiveness are left?How many requests for forgiveness do we have to, blame, charge, and not live, because we are trapped in a pain that leads us here, in the present, to remember the past and to block out the joy and intensity that can?be part of our reality, of our future?
There is something good about what happened, no matter if the memory is bitter, bucolic or nostalgic, there is always something good in the past, there is the person we are today, different from the second, there is the lost gaze in the past. landscape, which reminds us of the memories of a whole that brought us to where we are now. In this moment of contemplation, the past returns and is no longer present.
Do we all have a past? Our history, our luggage? We all do these last minutes of a revisited present, and keep it brief and not become a permanent gift, but rather remain in later memory, because it happened and what happened? It is no longer.
The past is reborn every time we let it invade us Can this permission be brief, not to hide today’s grace, to make us toast the curiously called life and moment?