Memory

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Lovely Freesia

The other day I was walking through the park, reminiscing about something in my past, when I suddenly had an epiphany. It hit me so vividly that my past is dead. It's all ashes. It does not exist at all. It wasn't a sad thing, it was simply the revelation of a fact. I walked on and felt the wind against my face and realized that this moment is all there is. My past exists only in my head. Only in my head! What if I never visited my past again? Wow, what a thought. Now, intellectually, this was no new bright thought, but it was the first time that I felt the reality of it so vividly. It was very freeing and liberating. The same can be said about the future. It's all in one's head. I suppose the Buddhists achieve this on a regular basis or try to at least. It's positively wonderful to empty one's head of the past. Now certainly you can't empty your head about where you live or what to buy at the store. I'm not talking about those things. I'm talking about all the stories, opinions, conclusions, likes and dislikes etc. Just forget about the whole thing. Look at life anew, with an uncluttered mind and heart. Ahhh.