I walk a tightrope

I suppress my inner voice because I don’t like what I hear. My mind is a lot like my closet; packed full of boxes and souvenirs, the wreckage of my life. Skins of my former selves hanging back in the corner where I don’t have to look at them. I know it’s all there packed away. I just don’t want to open it, and I’m too afraid to just toss it all out. What would I have left if I did?

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This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 15th, 2004 at 12:46 pm and is filed under Personal. You can follow any comments to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a comment, or trackback from your own site.

  • http://www.berrystained.com/ susan

    There’s another option, besides either tossing old selves away or ignoring them–looking straight at them, strip away the trappings to get to the important stuff, and try to integrate them and/or just make sense of them as part of the story-of-your-life you are carrying around with you. If you can’t look back at the old yous and accept them, how can you be sure, when you think you are becoming a better person, that you aren’t just running away from yourself to another temporary place? Sorry if that is a bit blunt but it is a feeling I have had myself sometimes.

  • http://www.letterneversent.com chris

    I think you hit the nail on the head. I think you definitely need to face and accept the truth about the past before you can evolve from it.

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