I would like to believe that most of us look out for, like 'best dawn' ever that has come up. Every day we wish for things to go like the way we want them to. But when I tend to dig into this fact,somehow, the newness of the forth coming day does not make any sense in context to what happened the last day. I mean how can a person just get it over with what he lived last and look forward to what comes next?
From catching up the auto rickshaw to bus stand and further to metro station to boarding the metro and travelling to college, I kept trying to discover the answer to this question of mine that I don't know popped from where or how or why. Every probability that I could possibly assume made it harder to get to the most appropriate answer to this. Since a part of those hyper and impatient breed that I am, I eventually ended up with an inference.
Maybe, we don't end up forgetting the happenings of the past. We aren't capacitated to do so by the divine. And as far as I know we are all normal in the sense that we aren't suffering from any brain dysfunctions that could make us let it all go. Rather, our past is more a part our present than the present itself. Every time we're occupied with the interconnection of both state that possibly make us what we are. I mean just imagine that you don't remember anything from your past or last days or whatever and you wake into your present moment, will you be able to make out who you are? Or where you are? Or many more things like that?
I believe that the bygone is the origin of my being. I would have known just my name provided that I forgot what I had gone through to define my existence. The mistakes I committed, made me regret them and eventually evolve, the people I lost made me realise their value, the love that I got made me stronger and this sustain being who I am in order to keep getting it, the lessons that I was taught helped me to distinguish between rights and wrongs. For me, what happened last day would never be a history. Because it is from where I need to begin again when the next Sun rises. It is what is going to take me to the place I want to deserve to be in, at the end of the day. And therefore, it is unforgettable for me.
From catching up the auto rickshaw to bus stand and further to metro station to boarding the metro and travelling to college, I kept trying to discover the answer to this question of mine that I don't know popped from where or how or why. Every probability that I could possibly assume made it harder to get to the most appropriate answer to this. Since a part of those hyper and impatient breed that I am, I eventually ended up with an inference.
Maybe, we don't end up forgetting the happenings of the past. We aren't capacitated to do so by the divine. And as far as I know we are all normal in the sense that we aren't suffering from any brain dysfunctions that could make us let it all go. Rather, our past is more a part our present than the present itself. Every time we're occupied with the interconnection of both state that possibly make us what we are. I mean just imagine that you don't remember anything from your past or last days or whatever and you wake into your present moment, will you be able to make out who you are? Or where you are? Or many more things like that?
I believe that the bygone is the origin of my being. I would have known just my name provided that I forgot what I had gone through to define my existence. The mistakes I committed, made me regret them and eventually evolve, the people I lost made me realise their value, the love that I got made me stronger and this sustain being who I am in order to keep getting it, the lessons that I was taught helped me to distinguish between rights and wrongs. For me, what happened last day would never be a history. Because it is from where I need to begin again when the next Sun rises. It is what is going to take me to the place I want to deserve to be in, at the end of the day. And therefore, it is unforgettable for me.
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