A Past

     We all have one. I must admit when I say these 2 words out loud they sound a bit sordid, but that isn't at all they way I interrupt them.

Even if one only managed to live for one day they would still have a past, albeit a small one but nevertheless it's still there.

     I would assume for most of us the past is filled with memories of the great times we've had, people we've loved, things we've done. As well as trauma and drama we've experienced and maybe tried to forget. We all have had these experiences from one degree or another.

    I have always chosen to remember it all...the good, the bad and the ugly. And from time to time I have been criticized for this, not completely understanding why.

    My life like everyone else's is comprised of it all. To not embrace it all seems to me like denying that certain parts of my life just didn't happen. I have to remember, it makes me more grateful about the wonderful parts of this life. Maybe more importantly it's a constant reminder of my humanity and the need for me to be compassionate towards others as they all have a past too.