Let the past be the past....

Nothing good ever comes out of bringing the past into the present. Past is better left where it belongs. Past will never fit into the present or into the future. Well, isn't it why it is called "past"? Let memories be memories. Memories are better in pictures than if they were walking around.

What is this compelling need to relive the past? What is this compelling need to fix the past? Something deep inside me kept telling "Do not wake up the dead. Let the dead be dead. Let the past be past." Would have done me good if I had listened.

Experiences from the past mistakes...help us learn. But do we learn? Why do we want to do it all over again? How can we expect a different outcome this time?
Well, this time I learnt that somethings never change and that some people do change....lesson to remember,until I dare to do the mistake next time .

Christmas

How true is the verse "In truth I tell you, unless you change and become like little children you will never enter the kingdom of Heaven. Mathew(18:3)" ?

Children believe. They believe in Santa Clause, they believe in North pole and elves, they believe in tooth fairy,they believe in fairy tales and they believe in happily ever after. Most of all they believe in God. They believe that God WILL answer their prayers if they prayed a little harder. May be that is why they are happy.

May be we need to become like children. May be we will find peace then. May be we will be happy finally. This Christmas I wish I find a way to become a child again. I wish I find a way to believe and have faith.

Russian Roulette.....

A great song by Rihanna.....

Reminds me of a recurring dream, which I used to get few months back. I would get shot....would see the person with the gun....would feel blood gushing out of the shot wound.... . I would touch the wound on my chest and see my hands soaked in blood....would feel myself slipping away. It was as if watching myself from outside my body. I would slump to the ground very slowly, my eyes growing drowsy...but would never feel any pain. Everything would seem to happen in an incredibly slow pace. It was surreal and almost a pleasurable experience. Even when I think back those dreams, I do not feel scared rather think of them like I would any good memory. Is this weird? I do not know.

Why do people wish for peaceful death in their sleep? Wouldn't it be nice to have a few minutes of awareness that we are going to die?.. so we can have a quick flashback, look back the life we lived, fondly remember our loved ones, remember all the people who crossed paths with our life and made an impact in a good and a not-so-good way, all those goals we achieved, our hopes and dreams......

I personally think that that would be nice.....Or would we be in morbid fear to think about any of these? I hope I can write it down when it is my turn to go...