moment.

its amazing how the past doesnt let you move on. you seem to live the moment but what you actually do is tryin to avoid your past, or takin lessons from it. i dont support the idea that a persons past must be all about regrets and bad memories, but the thing is you never remember the good stuff. always wondering what would have been or how you should of acted back then is a big torture.
here i am swimming around my emotions, regrets, could of beens of the first century i lived in. recently i cannot help myself and listen to all this music, watch all these old shows i used to watch and look back to my teenage years.
what i learned is, the more i get attached to my history, the more i attract it. the things which seem to be the most impossible tend to realize and i bump up to these people who meant a lot to me.
it is all about change and moving on. but i should admit, i couldnt move on slightly as much as i would like to.
i am still seeing all those dreams i used to see, only with different quotes and characters in them. and when i try to face it i realise that even they are the same with different outfits. i know it doesnt makes any sense complaining about it cause it kinda feels okay and alive.