Past Patterns

Everyday we learn, we grow.
Every time we forgive, we love.

A universal truth is our tendency to hang on to our past; to memories both good & bad. We miss the times we have had, but we forget to savour the time passing us now. What is reality is here and now. And yet, we cling on to our past as if our life depended on it. We clutch on to all that emotional baggage, forgetting that the trip is less tiresome when we travel light ( being of the female species, I do empathise with fellow women travellers...in reality & meta morphologically...we do love our designer luggage, emotions included!).
We literally apply the blanket theory to every past fear, insecurity & experience we have, smothering security we share today.
I love quilted blankets made from little bits & pieces that would otherwise have got discarded. The end result is a beautiful piece of work, in complete harmony, that we snuggle into at the end of a long day. Life is like a quilt; made from a whole lot of different pieces, stitched in place by many hands, taking a long time to create. And this is our security blanket, our cocoon. Then like a seamstress who has lost her sense of pattern, we start to weave in ugly stuff; stuff from old patterns that, for this quilt are just unco-ordinated pieces that don't fit. We hope to improve the pattern, but basically end up screwing it up more and more. I think at some stage we misinterpret what is supposed to be our security blanket & then very systematically throttle every thing today with it.....slowly, with agonising precision.
Its not others who let us down. We are our own worst enemy. We fail ourselves by not letting go of the realities of yesterday.
If I live, it must be here & now,
If I think, it should be free from past thoughts,
If i experience, let it be the pleasure of newer ones,
If i love, let it be for this reality......
....... & not for the "ghosts of christmas' past".