Overture to a Celebration; Gurney

Polaroid shots. It is a scary thing, the past; its ability to teleport someone/anyone brings forward the yesterdays - tears and laughter, sadness and happiness, hurt and elation all rolled into one, undifferentiated - in an instance. Perhaps, things could have been different. But of course, the word 'things' do not begin to encompass the lives lived. Possibly, events could have been dissimilar, outcomes altered if actions and thoughts were diametrical. But no, we chose our paths and some of us live to regret the choices made, while others, found a brighter, more fulfilling path. But no matter what happened, or how we wish to go back (or not) to the past, it is but a vain hope and humankind should celebrate its mistakes (no matter how tragic) and learn something from them. We are intellects not because of our idleness after all. As for today, the past hovered in the air, its resonance rung loud and clear in my ears, but i am unaffected, unblemished, untainted - for i have left that place a long time ago. I have found my happiness, my reason to believe again.