The Past is Dead

Do you ever look into the past and realize why it truly is the past, and that it should just stay there?  I don't dive into old journals too often, except my old poetry that I see if I can improve, but when I do I thank God that he pulled me out in one piece.  I thank Him that no lives were ruined for they have truly made me into the man I am today because of those trials and tribulations that I failed in then.

I look back to remember the boy I was, so that I can see the hills that He has helped me climb to where I am.  Looking at where I am now, however, is still not close to who I know I can become.  My journey is not over.  My feet might slip from time to time.  I may stumble and fall. But there is one who is there in my corner...Urging me...Encouraging me...STRAIGHT UP PUSHING ME forward.

I look back, from time to time, not because I want to relive those times.  I look back because I want to remember where I was, so I can appreciate where I am now.

I leave this with a song that has nothing to do with this post, but I love the video.  It's pure and elegant with it being shot in Black and White, and it just simplistically fits.  

The past, who we were, is now dead to us; we are never alone.