The past came whirling back to him after the brick stuck his head. He looked up first to see where the brick had fallen from or by whom the brick had been dropped. He was interested in more than just the memories. Although they were now demanding more of his thoughts than they ever had before. The shadows and light from the balcony shifted and a child’s face appeared.
Past is related to history; and history is my next subject later at 5:30 pm. I hate past but i love history, yeah we talk about the past. so a lot of blah blah from the past.
it all started 3 years ago. i realized that it was the past. everything that would happen to me would be the future. how could i live in the present when i was living in the past. the past is always supposed to be better. people always strive to imitate the past, or think of it as better than where they are now, but if that was the case, why was i tied to this chair in this warehouse.
It’s not so much about a persons past as it is about how that person has grown from it. Most people don’t let the previous events haunt them, but then there are others and in most cases it’s these others who deal badly with events, both good or bad.
Many of use live in the past. We try to define our present on how we see our past, in which case led us to our own destruction. Yes, our past is an important element in our life, but it is not something that we should be clinging on. It should remain at the back as a reminder who what WAS it, and not a guiding path of what we will become in the future and of what we are in the present.
The past is present passed continuous,
A rhythmic stream of here and now, which now
And then (unseen to us, who won’t allow
Sights in beyond our ken oblivious)
Back (or front)lashes ‘gainst the subconscious
Method beating – human’s mental show –
Reminding us what we’ve forgotten know,
Rescinding our defense of inscience just.
Fate glides not through a stormy tumult vast,
Balanced herself on half her cherished scales,
But keen and swiftly flies across the past,
Onlooking, not prescribing what avails
The present future mess ourselves create,
Ignoring in what ways we do relate.
My past life was exciting…sailing, romance, discussions, laughter, food, children, mortgage etc…then cancer arrived, the brain tumour and it became my past life!!! But i still can smile and rejoice in the past!
My past life was exciting…sailing, romance, discussions, laughter, food, children, mortgage etc…then cancer arrived, the brain tumour and it became my past life!!! But i still can mile and rejoice in the past!
The past.
I constantly think about it. Probably a little too much. I cannot think of one major part of my life that I have done completely without regret. But is that it? Is that my personality, am I doomed to fuck up at one point of anything, or is this how the world works.
Let’s find out the time something great happens to my life.
she smiles at the little girl who is looking innocently at her. her child has asked the same thing she asked herself a lot of times in the past. it was something she always wondered, and learnt after time. life is not complicated as people always say. it is not, but we are making it complicated. a simple ‘why is the sky blue?’ or ‘where does the rain come from?’ questions matter to her girl. it’s time to make her daughter see what she had come to understand from the past.
my past is something i dwell on.
my future contains it.
my mind never leaves it.
i pretend but it never goes away.
it builds up in me from moment to moment.
making me more of the person i am supposed to become.
i have created my past.
i will never rid of it.
nor shall i want to.
I’m kind of over the past to be honest. Lusting for the future. Not even. Lusting for someone else’s present I guess. I’m a jealous person. it’s a personality type. I’m trying to work on it. Reading a lot of those self-help type books. Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t read too much anymore. I don’t really do much anymore.
The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotten, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).
The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotton, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).
the past. You shouldn’t always look to the past, you have to let go. Learn what you need to know, take that knowledge and go. go to the future, the unknown. they are all the same.
the past is what people are generally afraid of. but it was you itself. who did things in past. there is no need to be afraid of your own deeds. of your own!
We can talk about it the past when it’s passed, okay? The past and the present tend to be messy when mixed together. They really should be kept far apart. For example, the deal I made myself in the past, I am now considering in the present and will affect my decision in the future. You move in, I move out. You see? Very simple.
In the past I used to eat watermelons on cool (ahem) summer evenings, sometimes I do now. But whatever happens, i won’t forget the succelent juicyness (is that a word) of it. We can’t visit the past (i wish we could), but we can always learn from it.
There is a long yellow hallway with large looming windows and there is a fair headed little girl with large sad eyes and she is searching for what she knows not but wehere is her father and why can’t she seems to find him and where is her family and isn’t this her home or does home belong to someone else, does home belong to a heart she kdoes knot know does home even belong to her or is she lost
Past, present, and future; less of a linear continuum, and more of a bif ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey…stuff. That’s how he put it the first time he tried to explain it to me. Naturally, I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to know more; so I went with him.
im so unhappy right now. back then i dont know things changed. back then it was simple. a C wasnt life or death. now i feel like dying. nothing is good enough and i hate it.
She lay in the grass reminiscing about all of the things that had brought her up to this point. How her whole past, every memory, every moment, awful or completely wonderful had made her into what she was today. How it all was centered around this one incredible, enchanting moment. and she realized that she had never felt more triumphant in her trails and tribulations. She had never felt so whole.
Past images rolling down the hills, staining their heads with grass blood. Watching everything go from young, springy, and full of levity, to older, stale, and brittle, but does the reel repeat?
My past is different from others. It’s filled with anxiety, fear, depression, loss, obsession, possession, and many other things. It keeps me frrom going where I want to go in life. But eventually, just one day, I’ll make it to the future; I WILL be away from the past at last.
The past is a funny thing.
looks can be decieving.
people put on the happy act.
inside theyre dying.
the past really kills,
people cant deal with the memories that will forever haunt them.
there is nothing that there was nor what there will be. When i was a four year old boy i remember waiting on the pay ground with my brother for our mom. Then we were fishing and my father hit my brother in the face with the fishing real on accident though, but at Sunday night dinner the family all saw the big cuts and were appalled. Tomorrow is another trip with cuts and scrapes and a family appalled by the past.
The past is who we are.it is the past that decides what our future is going to be. No matter how much you are in the present, past will always be there and its worse if it haunts you for the rest of your life as your past is what has decided who you are today. :)
I look past you and look at all you’ve become i look at everyone behind you looking back, looking around think what it’s come down to they know as well as you what is about to happen next
The past is who we are.it is the past that decides what our future is going to be. No matter how much you are in the present, past will always be there and its worse if it haunts you for the rest of your life as your past is what has decided who you are today.
There is nothing that seperates us from the past, but time itself. We move on. The past stays where we left it. Sometimes we wish for the past to come back, to join us in our new world. Sometimes we look down and away into the darkness that we might hide there and not be seen by Past. But Past will find you, one way or another.
For the past three hours, I’ve been lounging at my computer, wearing red scottie-patterned pajama bottoms under my work shirt – a blue polo with blue insignia like I’m some sort of veteran. And maybe I am, in a way. But I try not to flatter myself.
I suck on the straw of my generic fast food chain milkshake so hard that the tip catches along my tongue. Mmm. Processed dairy.
The past came whirling back to him after the brick stuck his head. He looked up first to see where the brick had fallen from or by whom the brick had been dropped. He was interested in more than just the memories. Although they were now demanding more of his thoughts than they ever had before. The shadows and light from the balcony shifted and a child’s face appeared.
You are one mad boy
do you know why I call you a boy?
because you never let go of things
even if it’s already in the past
Past is related to history; and history is my next subject later at 5:30 pm. I hate past but i love history, yeah we talk about the past. so a lot of blah blah from the past.
unforgettable… worst.. this is the cause of whats happening now… where things cannot be change.
it all started 3 years ago. i realized that it was the past. everything that would happen to me would be the future. how could i live in the present when i was living in the past. the past is always supposed to be better. people always strive to imitate the past, or think of it as better than where they are now, but if that was the case, why was i tied to this chair in this warehouse.
It’s not so much about a persons past as it is about how that person has grown from it. Most people don’t let the previous events haunt them, but then there are others and in most cases it’s these others who deal badly with events, both good or bad.
Many of use live in the past. We try to define our present on how we see our past, in which case led us to our own destruction. Yes, our past is an important element in our life, but it is not something that we should be clinging on. It should remain at the back as a reminder who what WAS it, and not a guiding path of what we will become in the future and of what we are in the present.
Past and present, times have been tough. The strength in me has gotten me through it all. I will survive or I will die trying.
The past is present passed continuous,
A rhythmic stream of here and now, which now
And then (unseen to us, who won’t allow
Sights in beyond our ken oblivious)
Back (or front)lashes ‘gainst the subconscious
Method beating – human’s mental show –
Reminding us what we’ve forgotten know,
Rescinding our defense of inscience just.
Fate glides not through a stormy tumult vast,
Balanced herself on half her cherished scales,
But keen and swiftly flies across the past,
Onlooking, not prescribing what avails
The present future mess ourselves create,
Ignoring in what ways we do relate.
My past life was exciting…sailing, romance, discussions, laughter, food, children, mortgage etc…then cancer arrived, the brain tumour and it became my past life!!! But i still can smile and rejoice in the past!
My past life was exciting…sailing, romance, discussions, laughter, food, children, mortgage etc…then cancer arrived, the brain tumour and it became my past life!!! But i still can mile and rejoice in the past!
The past.
I constantly think about it. Probably a little too much. I cannot think of one major part of my life that I have done completely without regret. But is that it? Is that my personality, am I doomed to fuck up at one point of anything, or is this how the world works.
Let’s find out the time something great happens to my life.
she smiles at the little girl who is looking innocently at her. her child has asked the same thing she asked herself a lot of times in the past. it was something she always wondered, and learnt after time. life is not complicated as people always say. it is not, but we are making it complicated. a simple ‘why is the sky blue?’ or ‘where does the rain come from?’ questions matter to her girl. it’s time to make her daughter see what she had come to understand from the past.
Just was running into the shreds of the time, when you just got hit with razor filled memories
my past is something i dwell on.
my future contains it.
my mind never leaves it.
i pretend but it never goes away.
it builds up in me from moment to moment.
making me more of the person i am supposed to become.
i have created my past.
i will never rid of it.
nor shall i want to.
The past is an intangible something I got sick of writing of, a long time ago.
I’m kind of over the past to be honest. Lusting for the future. Not even. Lusting for someone else’s present I guess. I’m a jealous person. it’s a personality type. I’m trying to work on it. Reading a lot of those self-help type books. Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t read too much anymore. I don’t really do much anymore.
The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotten, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).
The past is like an apple, it was juicy, sometimes rotton, but you can never get it back (unless you vomited it, ewwww). Anyway, in the past, I actually wrote about this word (on here 10 minutes ago).
life is not a question. it is a untold story. you must read it to understand it.
the past. You shouldn’t always look to the past, you have to let go. Learn what you need to know, take that knowledge and go. go to the future, the unknown. they are all the same.
the past is what people are generally afraid of. but it was you itself. who did things in past. there is no need to be afraid of your own deeds. of your own!
We can talk about it the past when it’s passed, okay? The past and the present tend to be messy when mixed together. They really should be kept far apart. For example, the deal I made myself in the past, I am now considering in the present and will affect my decision in the future. You move in, I move out. You see? Very simple.
In the past I used to eat watermelons on cool (ahem) summer evenings, sometimes I do now. But whatever happens, i won’t forget the succelent juicyness (is that a word) of it. We can’t visit the past (i wish we could), but we can always learn from it.
There is a long yellow hallway with large looming windows and there is a fair headed little girl with large sad eyes and she is searching for what she knows not but wehere is her father and why can’t she seems to find him and where is her family and isn’t this her home or does home belong to someone else, does home belong to a heart she kdoes knot know does home even belong to her or is she lost
Past, present, and future; less of a linear continuum, and more of a bif ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey…stuff. That’s how he put it the first time he tried to explain it to me. Naturally, I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to know more; so I went with him.
im so unhappy right now. back then i dont know things changed. back then it was simple. a C wasnt life or death. now i feel like dying. nothing is good enough and i hate it.
She lay in the grass reminiscing about all of the things that had brought her up to this point. How her whole past, every memory, every moment, awful or completely wonderful had made her into what she was today. How it all was centered around this one incredible, enchanting moment. and she realized that she had never felt more triumphant in her trails and tribulations. She had never felt so whole.
Past images rolling down the hills, staining their heads with grass blood. Watching everything go from young, springy, and full of levity, to older, stale, and brittle, but does the reel repeat?
My past is different from others. It’s filled with anxiety, fear, depression, loss, obsession, possession, and many other things. It keeps me frrom going where I want to go in life. But eventually, just one day, I’ll make it to the future; I WILL be away from the past at last.
The past is a funny thing.
looks can be decieving.
people put on the happy act.
inside theyre dying.
the past really kills,
people cant deal with the memories that will forever haunt them.
Is He becoming my past?
there is nothing that there was nor what there will be. When i was a four year old boy i remember waiting on the pay ground with my brother for our mom. Then we were fishing and my father hit my brother in the face with the fishing real on accident though, but at Sunday night dinner the family all saw the big cuts and were appalled. Tomorrow is another trip with cuts and scrapes and a family appalled by the past.
The past is who we are.it is the past that decides what our future is going to be. No matter how much you are in the present, past will always be there and its worse if it haunts you for the rest of your life as your past is what has decided who you are today. :)
I look past you and look at all you’ve become i look at everyone behind you looking back, looking around think what it’s come down to they know as well as you what is about to happen next
The past is who we are.it is the past that decides what our future is going to be. No matter how much you are in the present, past will always be there and its worse if it haunts you for the rest of your life as your past is what has decided who you are today.
There is nothing that seperates us from the past, but time itself. We move on. The past stays where we left it. Sometimes we wish for the past to come back, to join us in our new world. Sometimes we look down and away into the darkness that we might hide there and not be seen by Past. But Past will find you, one way or another.
regret, memories, happiness, lessons learned, loneliness, hope, dreams, expectations, reality, life, death, pain, hurt.
relief, the past is gone, and done.
change, choices, options,
purpose, gifts,
Rewind. Common word today. Still, need to analyse all this thing. We cannot continue living on this supposed open world.
For the past three hours, I’ve been lounging at my computer, wearing red scottie-patterned pajama bottoms under my work shirt – a blue polo with blue insignia like I’m some sort of veteran. And maybe I am, in a way. But I try not to flatter myself.
I suck on the straw of my generic fast food chain milkshake so hard that the tip catches along my tongue. Mmm. Processed dairy.