“For behold, I create new heavens and a new earth; and the former things shall not be remembered or come into mind…No more shall there be an infant that lives but a few days, or an old man who does not fill out his days, for the child shall die a hundred years old, and the sinner a hundred years old shall be accursed. They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit.” Isaiah 65: 17, 20-21
how ironic it was, that during Lent, “surviving Christmas” was on tv last night. there was not much of a choice, because for weeks now, the different networks had presented almost the same set of movies, just on different time slots.
going back to the movie…it starred Ben Affleck and Christina Applegate. it was a comedy about a man who was willing to pay a huge amount of money to a family just to spend Christmas with him. it was an odd story, and it got me bored after a while. (i prefer Ben in action or drama like ‘reindeer games’ and ‘changing lanes’.)
but somehow, the scene in which he stared sadly outside his window on Christmas morning caught my attention. drew (ben) watched other people in their respective windows just across his apartment. one thing is common except for one. they celebrated Christmas together as family. and that scene moved me to tears because it reminded me of daddy and how our following Christmases will never be the same again without him.
as i remembered how sad it was, my mind travelled back to the time when he was still with us. how i have been as a daughter to him. and i wondered if i felt short of his expectations of me. or if he was proud of what i had become. how daddy really felt about his eldest daughter, i will never ever know.
i realized that when my mind wanders back to the past, it evokes a certain kind of pain. the pain which emanates from the mistakes that i made. or maybe call them bad choices. because only later did i realize, that in everything that i did, there were times that things didn’t really work out as planned. even with good intentions. and in every moment that they didn’t, it was not only me who gets disappointed and hurt. but all those who truly love and care for me. such as my daddy and mommy.
funny to mention it here. but they say it’s hard to look back when you have stiff neck. i’d say it’s best not to look back at all. because when i do, i see every detail of not only what was beautiful and happy, but the ugly and sad truth as well.
i’d say it’s best to carry on. because the past had already served its purpose. it already strengthened a person’s character. it already developed one’s personality. and it already enhanced the beauty of a human being, so much so that its soul transcends to a higher level. and a deeper meaning of one’s existence is realized. a better self evolves. what was once a dark past, becomes a radiant present.
i’d say i move on. as if i have stiff neck. by God’s grace and mercy, i move on as a better person… that is, an authentic blend of past experiences, lessons learned and memories that really matter. be they happy or sad, painful or sweet.
there’s no need to look back. my significant past becomes the essence of me…
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