Let it Go for Our Own Good

I have realized that I need to let go of the things that have passed.That time is nowhere,those people can't hurt me anymore but It's I who sprinkle water of attention to keep those moments fresh and alive.Those painful memories grow on my energy and I make myself drained out. It's not fault of anyone but mine. Indeed,time is a great healer if we let it heal.What we love to do is just to keep on scratching the wounds by reminding ourselves that it's still there! I have come to know the reason of my agony. It's just that I can't keep myself from looking inside the old baggage.I pull the old stuff back again into my conscious mind while it's already moving like a tortoise towards the unconscious. It's I who prolong the process of forgetting the unpleasant things. It's all about self control.Today I promise that I must stop hurting myself as this poison tree would hollow my own roots of positivity.I must stop thinking about the time that doesn't exist now.I have to utilize my energy for progressive things that would bestow peace and optimism upon me.

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree.