A Funeral..

I’m digging up a very deep hole, so deep that I can’t see the end, and it was wide as anything that builds an 18 year old child can fit. I’m now a 19 year old boy, witnessing a funeral for my yesterday (or yesteryear, name it). I will bury my past so whatever happens it won’t interfere my future, what’s important is my present decision. What happened years ago was disarmed its capacity to control my future, they will be just a lovely memories that will only serve as a lesson that I can use for my future decision making. My decisions will be more powerful than my past.

The past is important; it built what I am right now. No one is capable of making your life beautiful except you.