Learning To Let Go

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As a poet and student, I find that I am very observant on many things. Through the last few years, I think I have gained a fair understanding some things. I don't claim to hold all the world's answers, but I do believe that we are given the tools to...survive and adapt to our surroundings. We may wrap ourselves in religion or philosophy or some other form of intellectual understanding, and frequently converse with others to assure ourselves that our opinions and ideas and morals are both acceptable and shared. Sometimes, I find myself disappointed in being classified the same as those who cross the thin line between morally ethnical and wrong. We all walk it, some without realizing it. Most know the difference, but we have the few who cross it and we label them a monster. Realize they are human beings like us, and that small lines seperates us from them. That's not where I wanted to steer this conversation. I want to steer it to the past. "The past is a mirror. You see yourself in it. Then you turn off the light, and it becomes blurred." We are all haunted and tramatized by something. Maybe not as hard as others, but nonetheless, there is something that happens that causes us to realize our mortality. Perhaps even fear ourselves. And to deal with that, we retreat into a haven of comfortable lies and illusions. Things take away our illusions. We run and hide instead of facing them. We must face them, our demons, mortality, and realize that we can be reborn to a different life. What are your thoughts?