Every moment we experience, be it eating an ice cream or finding what we believe might be true love, will inevitably be colored by the shades of our past. We can never be more than the sum of our previous experiences; the predicament of reality. In our endless struggle with coming to terms with the past we disassociate with ourselves, becoming ghosts of our former selves. The disassociation with our true identity creates a breach between our inner selves and the outside world. When we cannot allow ourselves to admit the past, we can never truly experience the now as we have lost our frame of reference. What is left are moments derived of true meaning; a shallow, emotionless frame.
There is no such thing as a past, present or a future self. The self is in a state of eternal becoming; the past, present and future is in a constant state of flux dependent on one another for their existence. Our sense of identity is found within this flux. What has been done by us at any point in our lives will be done endlessly throughout the rest of our lives. It has inevitably shaped our personalities and will therefore color our perception of reality. Without our history, we are not more than atoms floating around in a hollow existence devoid of meaning. How can we let go of our past when it is the only thing that defines us?
