Looking backwards to the future

"Long time between dreams" as the Kinkstah would say.

I haven't written a meaningful blog in around 6 months or longer. And haven't written ANYTHING besides social histories with any merit to it in a long time.

Why?

Got no real clue.

It's work to write things. It's hard work. In the past three years, including the time before the Unpleasantness, I've written close to 170 blogs consisting of rants, short stories and recipes. And then ripped them down from MySpace for varying reasons. The only ones on Facebook are a short story about my wreck (GOOD TIMES!!!) and a short rant on not judging folks. For the record I have NO blogs on Myspace at this time. Since Tom decided to destroy a friend of mine, ChickenBoy, I am off the Space as far as creative expression. If Facebook gets a good music system, MySpace is dead.

So whats the deal tonight? Why take up the keyboard and pen again?

I finished rereading a book today for about the 10th time. Legends of the Fall by Jim Harrison. For those that haven't picked up the book, it has little to do with BrAngelina's movie. It's three novellas in which Harrison addresses the three great forms of conflict found in literature and life

Man vs Man, Man vs Self, and Man vs The World.

In each story, the past must be forgotten, overcome, faced and beaten and from it a new man emerges. Sometimes better for it, sometimes worse. The point is from our past we shape our future. Without what we were we cannot be what we are and what we want to be. The past molds the future.

But it doesn't control it.

The control issue I see as a problem because too many people want the past to never end. They fixate on what was and want that fixed point in time to be the standard by which all the rest of their existence is judged by. That was the high point, the rest is regret and looking back
For instance, they want the good ole days of HS to come round, to relive those magical 4 years. As I've stated before, the amount of money it would take to get me to go back and relive HS would allow me to buy Roman Abramovich's fleet and get the boats repainted maroon and white.

We must learn from the past and not let control us, not let it be the guiding factor for the future, because despite it all, you can change and make things into what you want them to be. I was talking on here earlier tonight to an old acquaintance from HS, someone I've honestly not interacted with since June of 1991. We both agreed that the early years of our lives had sucked and that only when we left and left all that behind could we become who we wanted to be. But at the same time, the tears, the scars, the bad memories of 20 years back have a value. And despite my own myopic insistance she reminded me there were some bright spots back in the day.

Added all together it makes us who we are.

But it doesn't dictate what we have to be.

Later...