Reflected thought o' today: The past is a force not to be reckoned with. It can make tears stream down your face with one thought, create mayhem in your mind in a split second, and shut down your entire being faster than you can say 'stop.' The weird thing though, is that there's something hauntingly beautiful about it. It drags you into its arms and you don't protest, instead you burrow yourself deeper into its embrace with the intention of never leaving. At first, it's nice because the familiarity of it has you smiling nonstop, but then it hits you: it's over. You're never gonna get to live those times again, and it breaks you. You start to panic, you try to see if you still remember every single detail, and when you realize that you don't, for a few quiet moments, your mind dedicates itself to reminiscing. The scary thing is that some of us can't handle the realization that the past is over and "a few quiet moments" turns into hours, days, weeks, and so on. Yes, moving on doesn't mean forgetting, but don't live in your past. Time is a privilege, not a right. Don't waste your future by holding onto things that can't help but be gone.

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This isn't all that can be said about the past, since every story has more than one side, aka both positive and negative effects, but that's just what entered my mind today. :>

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-Alcanna Narie owo