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He’d left his old life behind1. Old habits, old places, old faces. He’d moved on, gone to somewhere far away, never to return again.
But even though he’d moved on, ghosts from his past would still visit him, haunting, asking him why he’d given them up for something new.
He’d reasoned with them, told them that nothing lasts forever, that to stagnate is to die. They’d left him, sad and doleful, but would come from time to time, hoping he’d finally return to them.
Young people are always arrogant2. They don’t mean to be. They just don’t have enough life experience to know how to live any other way.
Everything is in motion. Even when you choose to stand still, you’re hurtling through space and time. You can accept this and be happy, or you can dig your heels in and be miserable. Either way, death comes to us all3.
Footnotes
1. My life has passed through many phases. I’ve found that who I was in the past is constantly dying so that my future self might find new life. It’s the constant tug of war between the two, the loss of the past and the uncertainty of the future, that fuels much of my writing.
2. No offense to the young 🙂 When I speak of youth, I speak only of personal experience.
3. I think about death a lot. It haunts me.
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