But am I not shackled by the past? Am I not living out
Freudian mommy and daddy issues from the…past? Why is the arc of my life
replete with turbulence mainly derived from my past? What else can one draw
from but the past? Am I nothing but my past? The reason they tell you the
future is wide open is because it’s not the past. My future, like yours, is
wide open: nothing but an infinite number of choices that lead to nothing but
an infinite number of choices. You and me, we are doomed to choose. But you and
me, our past, is sealed, shut, closed, locked, determined. Set. In. Stone.
And that wide open future you are pining for?
Just give it a second.
Just give it a second.
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