Lay the past to rest ||

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And I know the voices are out there, calling to you and bringing back memories, because I hear them too. They can be voices filled with a song that you listened to when she was around, they can be joke you told and one they thought was funny. They can be a diary entry which is filled with snatches of the day when you were all together... and you were happy. Ah, but the past does have a way of sticking to us, doesn't it? We remember it, keep it close to our hearts, play the memories over and over in our mind until we begin to live in the past. We forget that it is right now that matters. At least, I know I do.
 I know things were happier back then; I know that things were better and that we were all together but who is to say that even better things aren't around the corner? What if the only thing that is holding us back from that is our own inability to let go of the past? What if to open that window we must first close an old door?

I think one day we will realize that maybe memories aren't something to be feared. Maybe one day we will be able to remember without the pain. Maybe the goal is not to forget but to simply accept that those times are from the past and that new memories await us.

                          --Amy Jane