I want to talk with you about the past.

Now, why is this such an uncomfortable and unsettling part of life to discuss? The past is either begged to be forgotten, or banned from being freed. But why?

Something that has already happened, has simply happened. There is no changing the occurrences, there is no reversing the outcome. So why do we often avoid what resides in history?

Though many unfortunate people are color blind, the vast majority of humans see life in raving arrays of pinks and blues, and yellows and greens. We perceive basic colors to the best of our knowledge, but the endless progression of the color scale makes it nearly impossible for the brain to appropriately define what lies in front of it. So, we use our past knowledge of colors and attempt to define whatever this blue-white mixture is. But when someone asks us to explain what color we just observed, we may casually say, “oh it was blue”. But that’s not really what it was? Was it?

Like colors, the past is often mistaken. We look back and say, “oh, it was blue”. But that’s not really what it was? Was it?

We forgo the complex mixtures of sadness and ecstasy, and we dwarf a period of time in our past into one – single – color.

How rarely does one see their life for what it really is?

There are only two ways to perceive the past — you can either accept it or reject it.

To accept the things that have occurred up to this point in your life, would be a powerful concept of understanding why you are where you are, and why you are who you are. If you do not agree with who you are or where you are, there is almost certainly an aspect of the past that haunts you, or deters you away from internal peace.

To reject the past is to reject peace, mindfulness, and progression. Why do we clump together a relationship filled with laughs, love, and living as one, grim shade of grey? What is there to gain by defining a period of your life as a depression? How empty of a color. Why are we quick to forget the moments of joy, and eager to fill them with petrifying purples.

Maybe the past really is painted with pain, and for many of us, this holds true. But there is certainly a spark of joy, hidden within a pool of mourning.

As eagerly as we attempt to forego and forget the darkest days of our lives, we should attempt to withhold the beautiful, and brightest moments on the same premise. You are not to be painted based upon the ill shaded streaks, but instead, your portrait will be signed with the days in which you lived freely, loved wholeheartedly, and laughed carelessly.

Relish the wonderful spectrum of light that this life produces for us.


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