Thursday, April 29, 2010

...there past would still come back to haunt them


There is nothing I hate more than a past which refuses to stay in the past. The reason we move on in life and why life goes on isn't so we can have this continuous starving pigeon following us around and pooping on everything while we are trying to enjoy a good meal. Thats what seagulls at the beach are for... to follow us around and clean up our mess. Enough is enough.

 I don't try to make the right decisions and try to do the right things just to have people who aren't over their own pasts keep popping in and ruining my day. I didn't go through the last 26 years of some really terrible and crappy situations to have something so retarded ruin my happiness or what I have worked my ass off for. There is a reason they say 'put the past behind you'  and why they didn't say "ruin other peoples lives by living in the past and dwelling in it"..

If boys were dogs the past would still come back to haunt them and everyone else. No matter how hard we try to follow the straight path at some point we are going to run into a mountain lion or a rattlesnake and have two choices.. beat the shit out of it or run up a tree and hide for a while. I tend to like to beat the shit out of it but the problem is, is that a lot of the times my mountain lions and rattlesnakes play dead and then sneak back later and I am sure I am not the only one with this issue. So, I have over the years changed my tactic.

This is where learning from the past is important, for everyone. This is where you take all those lessons from all those other dirt roads and deal with it the adult way; you grow up. You build a trap, catch the snake and feed it to a mongoose. One mans trash is another mans treasure. And if that doesn't work, well, there is always death by poison.

All I am saying is, is move on...Karmas a bitch. Leave the past where it belongs, learn from it, deal with it, accept it, use it to make you a better person at the end of the day, but most importantly.. forgive and forget.


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