"The past is like a handful of dust. It filters through your fingers disappearing little by little." -Katy Perry.
YES, that is a quote from Katy Perry, technically its a line from one of her songs, but whatever you get the idea. (Follow that link and you'll hear a snippet of the only song I can seem to listen to these days.) Reading and rereading that quote recently has made me think about how the past is a very beautiful thing.
The idea of the past is much lovelier than the actual past and the beauty of that thought made me think about nostalgia. Although that word is typically associated with a longing, for me it represents more pain than longing. Which made me curious and inspired a bit of googling, google led me to wikipedia and TADAH. Nostalgia is a Greek word meaning pain or ache in one's heart.
Warning: here comes the silly, it made me realize that I don't want the past to cause me any kind of pain anymore. I'd like to look back on it wistfully instead of wistfully with a twinge of sad. I wonder how you feel about your past? When you look back, on things you regret (there's got to be at least 1 thing) do you feel sad about it or glad you went through it?
I've decided for me, the beauty of the past should only make me feel inspiration, not regret, or fear.
T.S. Eliot, who apparently knew a thing or two about this subject matter, said it best. (Because I just spent the past 30 minutes or so breaking down just this small excerpt of the whole 434 line poem on 2 pages of notes) I feel like he's trying to explain the past, the future and how not to be afraid of it. So, I'll leave the conclusion up to him tonight.
Excerpt from The Waste Land
I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
-T.S. Eliot 1922