ghosts in the closet

One likes to believe that the ghosts in ones closets are snug there. That it won’t raise its hood to threaten the peace of our everyday lives. We like to believe that our ghosts are unique, and they are...everyone has them and own them with the same rigor and fear with which you cling onto yours...each as important as the other. So while i was busy trying to slam the doors of my closet and to move ahead i remained nonchalant of the efforts of others. It’s almost always there for everyone to see though people make desperate efforts to hide...it moulds the person. People create ephemeral guises....to mask their dirty laundry but every now and then they peek out....and when they do, it’s available for everyone’s viewing....in spite of this we refuse to see them or acknowledge....we often than not never acknowledge ours, far less of that of others...only a few have acknowledged them and even less who get past its grips....I realised I am a fossil from my own past everything new in me is a fossilised version of my past...i guess that’s how people change...what I am saying is the incapability to get past your past....(ok that’s a lot of ssssttts there) to call one’s own only ones past, to not look at now and later but only behind...it’s like driving in heavy traffic looking hind ward....one has to glance back but fixing your eyes on the past is dangerous endeavour...like in driving...trying to live with your ghost in belief that your ghosts are the only real ghost is a mistake....it stunts growth, it stunts opportunity....you are eternally looking behind or inward when opportunity presents itself upfront.....one is stuck in a weird nostalgia....
But now the problem is not being stuck in the past but in the realisation that one is stuck and not being able to motivate oneself into looking forward....