Cause and Consequence

Just take a fall...

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Everything we do, we pay for. Even the good. We can't always measure the extent of our actions. Don't even try. Believe me. But sometimes rather than others, we simply forget the cause for something and are left with but the dubious consequences of actions we never remember taking. What to do then? Make amends? How?

Sometimes a letter says more than what it does, with hidden meanings behind the very words that compose them... Words composing life, how ironic. We compose words and their repercussion composes our future. Be very careful with what you say. Don't lie to yourself. Mean it. Every time. Avoid misunderstandings and never assume anything. All is easier said than done.

I think about it sometimes. Not all the time, indeed, but every once in a while. I've tried not thinking about the past. Letting things be. But every once in a while I have the urge to move things around again, replace the lost and throw away the harmful. It is enough to say that I should never think about this. But I did. And now it is spiraling once again. I am sorry. I did not throw it away... yet. Will I ever? Nothing can be done.

Maybe this rant is triggered by my recent moving fit. I have so many old notebooks/diaries/notes/letters... I want to throw all of them away. But some of them, a precious few, I can't bring myself to put in the trash, in the past. Why? It would be all too good, having more space in my luggage for when I move. Clear my head by getting rid of the clutter. I should. Definitely, but why can't I?

Enough of this chatter. I need to get a move on with my life. Move ahead for once, instead of the ever tinier circles I have been drawing around myself. I want to get somewhere for a change. For a chance. For my own good. Here's to the future. *puts old letter in the trash*