(Prose)
When can we escape from the bonds of the past?
When can memories stop boiling over?
When can we stop carrying thousands of stories of suffering 24 hours in our minds and bodies, and rejoice in our own and others’ happy lives?
Forgetting the past means forgetting oneself, in my opinion this is true. Forgetting the past is a form of self-denial. But when the past entraps a person, it prevents them from newness, happiness, and progress.
I am always tormented by the paradox between my past and my reality.
In the past, a beautiful family, a cultured group of people, a limit and restrictions, but an environment of love and progress.
Now, a spiritual feeling that truly understands the value of my loneliness.
The surroundings, free and boundless space but a circle of people foreign to each other. A group of people with similar destinies, similar roots, but a thousand different things to devote their hearts to…
This unescapable paradox will continue forever, will last a long time.
I know that happiness only exists with people full of love.
But among people who find happiness in acting against inner peace and spiritual security, you feel like a stranger.
I cannot, we cannot forget the beautiful past. I do not want, perhaps we do not want, to submit to reality.
And so amid these contradictions, I am forced, we are forced to struggle with all actions to protect our spirit.
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