Sticky Past

by aparnamalladi

Some of my past sticky notes just refuse to get unstuck.  How long will it take to get a lesson, to complete something that is eating every possibility one creates.  How many impotent and dead possibilities does one have to witness before you make that sticky past a priority and deal with it.

Today I saw a graveyard of all the possibilities I have created in a particular area of my life.  It was devastating to even see it.  To mourn it.  It’s like that scene from ‘The Matrix’, when you see the fields and fields of babies being incubated and grown.

So I decided to rip that sticky note off the wall and shred it.  Knowing fully well that I will be tested immediately.

It’s freedom at it’s best.

Aparna

Advertisement