We all have our own special hauntings. An ex, a mistake we once made, and if we’re that unlucky, we get to see those mistakes on a fairly regular basis. We’re all haunted by the past, from simple memories throbbing in our own heads to actual physical embodiments of the decisions we made in the past.
I don’t know why I keep turning to the past when I’m confused in the present. I guess it’s just a reflex, the “What the f__k did I do to get to this point in my life” question just keeps popping up in my subconscious every time I have time to think. Usually this happens on the way to, or way home from, work. The solitary commute gets me thinking, if i did this, or didn’t do this, would I not be on this mrt home alone?
Saying “I’m only human.” would not only be a cliche, it would also be a huge cop out. I am a thinking being (well, sometimes) and I have made most of my decisions without the urging of others. Sometimes I make them at the direct opposition of others smarter than me, or sometimes they just have a better perspective I guess. But when it comes to things concerned with feelings or even the four letter word I won’t even mention right now, I am an idiot. That I admit. I think. I reason. I know what will happen in the end. And even if I know I’ll be bruised and battered in the end, I soldier on. Coz I’m all about the short game. What will make me happy in the present, who gives a flying fig what will happen after that.
But I digress.
I am giving up the ghost. All the ghosts. Moving on, letting go of the past. Coz that’s just what it is. The past.
Bring on the future. 
its how you make lemonade out of apples that really matters.