Stories...

We all have stories to tell about ourselves.  The stories can vary from what happen moments ago to the moment of our first memory in life.  The stories consist of childhood memories, which mold us into being adults.  We learn from the stories why we feel, believe and see things the way we do.  We seem to grasp the idea in which the stories of past is how we must continue to live in the present.  The past stories that are most memorable it seems is those of despair, and pain.  We caress them as though they are to be cherished and bond ourselves to them in order to acknowledge our behavior of the present.  Our present behavior we give reason for because the stories of the past were consumed of despair and pain.  With each step we choose in the present we continue reflect upon some incident of our lives in the past.  Our lack of trust, faith, judgment towards others and belief, and love is determine from some experience of pain we have lived.  And when the present, presents itself in a situation that replicates the past we respond as if we have step in a time machine and are reliving the episode now.

We have forgotten what it was like to be a child.  A child moves from one occurrence’s to another without much thought, rekindling each moment as a new experience.  And as we, what one might define as “maturing” we leave behind the most important lesson we have acquired as a child, “live in the present moment.”  The truth is the past we cannot change; the future holds whatever we decide to create, the moment is the only thing we have control over.  I have always considered the past as a library, a reference for me.  It would be like going to the library and checking out a book on certain information, I would want to acquire to come to a decision.  Although the present may reflect some of the past, it is not the exact mirror.  I listen and I remember my “inner” child, for it is filled with wonder, gripping hold of the present, acknowledging each moment…is filled with life.  My “inner” child is like a sponge absorbing all.  All my stories has made me who I am today, the “inner” child knows with each experience I enhance the essences of myself.