In my high school year I remember in my poetry class or was it Literature?
I remember this girl reciting the poem that she found interesting. I tried to find it online but to no avail.
It was about a woman who had her thoughts constantly in the past, regretting, and just a downright sad poem I held in my memory. I don’t exactly know what this woman’s age was but it went something like this: This woman was 30 years old but wished to be 20 again, when she approached 40 she wanted to be 30 again, and when she reached 50 she wanted to be 40 again…and so on.
So here I am reflecting on that poem and its messages. When I was 18 I wanted to be 21. I imagined a great change for myself. A sophisticated confident woman. I have reached my 21 years of age and I am exactly the same as I was 4 years ago. Maybe a bit more knowledgeable and wiser. I still feel like a little girl though.
And now…now that I have reached my ideal age, I am constantly thinking…”This is it? Now what? Why haven’t I changed?”
To change one’s life, start immediately,
do it flamboyantly, NO exceptions.–William James
I have been waiting to change. Waiting does not get you anywhere does it? I have been waiting for 4 years so that I can magically become a more sophisticated confident woman. Waiting led me nowhere where I wanted to be.
If I wanted to change, there is always a “—but…”
Or, “I will start tomorrow”. Then, “I will start next week”. And finally, “I just don’t have the time!”
I don’t want to regret my life like the woman in the poem. I want to be happy as I get older and accept that I am getting older. I always felt that there was a restriction in my case though. The fact that I have to deal with my past before I can change and move on. Because of this belief, this belief is probably the main reason why I was not willing to change. I didn’t want to deal with my past. But I have started reading this wonderful book.
The How of Happiness, by Sonja Lyubomirsky:
“…achieving lasting happiness does not necessarily require, as a psychotherapist might tell you, digging deep into your childhood, psychoanalyzing your past traumatic experiences, or dissecting your habitual ways of relating to others.”
When I was dealing with God back then [I don't believe in God], I was told to forgive and accept my past. Same meaning as dealing with my past. Why restrict myself? There is no manual out there that says I have to follow this and this to be on the path for happiness and change. People who say these things, who really do not have the experience of a traumatic past, are not only ignorant, THEY are restricting YOU, not necessarily our past that is restricting us.
So here’s the good news: past is the past, what is this meaning of accepting it? In accordance to my life specifically?
As Buddha’s principles, focus on the present and move forward.
Yeah…only if it were that easy huh? Well…
Now I don’t have any more reasons to complain. All this time I was complaining: “Because of my past I am like this, because of my past I can’t do that, because of my past I am incapable of moving forward, because of my past I am what I am…”
Complaining, blaming, and waiting led me nowhere.
I am glad that I realize that now. It is just a matter of refining this new found wisdom.
I find it very interesting how, the older I get, or the wiser I get?, the less significant my past seems to be.
I wonder why that is?
Either way, I am glad that my past no longer has the stronger hold on me.