The Past & The Present.

This darkness that surrounds my spirit
Every trauma inflicted to my vulnerable humanity
Mental abuse, rejections, social extortion
All the things I consider my past
Are enough to teach me there is nothing worth reliving in the past.
Every time someone tells me things were better in the past
I know they were not. You were just younger.
Things move from simplicity towards chaos.
It is the natural course of enthropy
And we all follow it's rules.
The more time there is
The further we write
The more our sentences define the meaning
The more it describes
The more it leaves out.
It is not worse.
It is more definite
And the more definite something is
The more finite it is
All possibilities become excluded
By the reality of existing things.
And the more finite it is
The more it freightens us
Because it reminds us of our own lives
Acting in exactly same way
We are born into our simple lives
Simple troubles
Simple joys
And then we grow up into this chaos
We call life
Which keeps getting more chaotic every day
And every day wipes out another chance
And when you're running out of chances
You start to panic.
But every single human being before you
Has gone through the same life.
So wouldn't it be nice
If we learned something of those lives
And grew to understand
That past was not better?
It was just simple.
And the present is complex
And complex is elaborate and beautiful.
Now carry this light of the present
And illuminate your past with the current understanding
You now behold.
See how much the darkness makes you appreciate the light.
It should not
Make you want to blow out the candle and stay in the dark.