The Past Is Dead

July 8, 2017

The other day, I met a friendly aquantaince I hadn’t seen in a long while.

We both, apparently, had been on our own separate spiritual journeys since our last meeting.

She mentioned that her new thing is that she no longer acknowledges or swims in her past. That person is no longer alive. Those stories no longer exist. She lives in the now, and every day is a new beginning.

I loved that.

Then she noticed a picture of me, probably from the 5th grade, sitting in an old cabinet in our house.

She took a look at it and noted that I now look nothing like that picture. Usually childhood pictures resemble the adult but I was completely unrecognizable.

I laughed and said that’s because that person is long dead and gone. I cannot relate even one percent to that picture. Must be a snapshot from one of my hundreds of past lives.