Why is it that some days, the past feels like a magnetic field, pulling me back to a place that I’m so desperately trying to outgrow? The past is in the past for a reason.The people that aren’t here anymore made their exit from my life for a reason.
The memories that linger are moments frozen in time, forever to keep, but not always healthy to dwell on.Why focus on the past when the future is full of possibilities? That drive inside of me that keeps me going is the exact same drive that makes me go confidently in the direction of my dreams.
The paths I’ve been on have wandered through some very dark places, dead ends, and made me feel emotions that felt like I walked blindly off the edge of a cliff.
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