Wishing

I was looking through old pictures today. I started wishing my life was this way or that, wishing I could just escape to the sea, sooner. Wishing all the bad things would just fade away so I could start over again. But then it hit me, REALITY. No amount of wishing gets you anywhere but backwords. And no amount of sitting on your ass feeling sorry for yourself helps you to start over.

I was finding myself starting to delete old pictures in an effort to move forward. But then again it hit me, they were my reality for a long time. They should be looked at with emotions. I used to work at a place that had large picture frames on the wall of past and present employees. If they screwed up and got fired, the pictures stayed. Even if they broke the law and went to prison, they stayed. They were part of the history of the place, good and bad memories. Another similiar business did the same thing, but when an employee did something along the same lines, the pictures were taken down. They were erased.

So keep the old pictures. They are usually looked at with many emotions, good and bad. And to be more generic, the past is the past and we don’t it forget for a reason. It makes up our life.