sanitymakesposts:
sanitymakesposts:
I’m not very studied in psychology or religion but I think a lot of things in life become easier when you accept you cannot go back.
Sometimes it’s good! I hated middle school, I’m glad I don’t have to experience waking up at 5:30 to be rushed between 8 classes in one day, then do extra curricular to prepare for the SAT in five years.
Sometimes it’s bad. We moved when I was six, and they tore down my old house. I have faint memories of the place, but they’re my earliest — the walls and windows are in a landfill somewhere now.
Sometimes it’s neutral. I stopped at a McDonald’s on the way back from South Carolina, just to use the bathroom (and get some fries, cause I didn’t just want to use it and leave.) it was after six hours of driving, and I couldn’t ever find that place again if I wanted to— even if you dropped me off there again, I wouldn’t recognize it.
You can remember the past, but you can’t relive it. You can mold the present to try and recall, but you lose today. Your memories will be desperately trying to cling to a memory. Moving on is sometimes easy, sometimes hard, sometimes indifferent. It’s just crazy that the past is all we have, and we’ll never have it again.
we're gonna write a trans-inclusive burger jingle?
