...the past seems not one existence... what does it mean?

[KillerMuffin]

Somehow self-absorbed introspection seemed utterly appropriate.

In retrospect, the past seems not one existence with a continuous flow of years and events that follow each other in logical sequence, but a life periodically dividing into entirely separate compartments. Change of surroundings, interests, pursuits, has made it seem actually more like different incarnations.

-Eleanor Robson Belmont
Recalled on her death 24 Oct 79

What does this mean to you? Do you find this more of a truism or more of a pithy thought that has it's moments?

Being introspective here, when I look back at my past I see definate compartments and people who are entirely different than what I am today. If my life has any continuous flow to it, it rather resembles white rapids and waterfalls. Abrupt changes and sharp waters. In retrospect I have been very reactionary to the events that cropped up, unexpected or otherwise.

 

[Chuckus]

Well a short synopsis.......

My past has forged who I am today. I took some wrong turns along the way but eventually got where I am. Some of the smallest decisions have made the biggest impact on me and my life.
Alot of the things that have happened, I see now that I let them happen. The things I see in front of me now, I am Proactive and choosing a little wiser the path I take. I don't always take the High Road like before, sometimes I have taken the low road or the road forgotten.
The past in intertwined in my being who I am today. If it were not for yesterday and the hard choices I had to make, I would not be the person I am today.

I would not change anything, I would only hope to make the best decision that I can at the time and hope it is the right thing or decision. If I find it was a wrong decision, then and only then do I try and figure out where I went wrong and try not to go there again.

So is that clear enough for you?

 

[TonyG]

I know my life has had its abrupt changes. Don't we somehow keep evolving as our life continues along its way. If it were not for my life dividing I would never have found this site.

 

[Passionnee]

Re: Well a short synopsis.......

The past in intertwined in my being who I am today. If it were not for yesterday and the hard choices I had to make, I would not be the person I am today.

Totally agree with you Chuck, if I look back in the past, (not too long though, don't want to miss what is in front of me), I realize that I wouldn't be who I am today. I still go a lot more difficult choices to make, and I hope to make the good ones, if not will learn with them.

Hmmm on that note will leave with a poem I love and I think is appropriate.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

By R. Frost

 

[Chuckus]

Re: Re: Well a short synopsis.......

The past in intertwined in my being who I am today. If it were not for yesterday and the hard choices I had to make, I would not be the person I am today.

Totally agree with you Chuck, if I look back in the past, (not too long though, don't want to miss what is in front of me), I realize that I wouldn't be who I am today. I still go a lot more difficult choices to make, and I hope to make the good ones, if not will learn with them.

Hmmm on that note will leave with a poem I love and I think is appropriate.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

By R. Frost

Damn girl, right on the money............do I know you in RL?

 

[Passionnee]

Chuckus

Nope me just a newbie here, who lives up north Quebec (for Shelby).

[Edited by Passionnee on 12-13-2000 at 06:28 PM]

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

I remember, I know......

that I am now the same basic person I was when I was 9 or so. Differnt yes, but not by really by that much.

I wish I could remember much more than the basics - more details. But the fog of age curtains those details.

The past, is the past. Remembering it is a mere exercise in mental cognisanse with a wave at cummulative wisdom.

Nothing more.

 

[Shelby]

Passionnee..north Quebec. Sorry.
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I think someone up there loves baseball. Whenever I think all the bases are loaded, someone throws a curveball. Keeps me on my toes though. The past is simply the practice laps for what you are about to swim in.

 

[Guest]

To me, I see it as life's continuum. The soul, along its long journey through existence. Its use of several bodies (lives) before it finally rests and comes back no more.

I am a firm believer of reincarnation and past lives. Years ago (through the help of the net I might add, though that doesn't matter for this story) I met my soul mate. A man, my age oddly, whom I believe to be my soul mate. I won't go into the long details that led us to believe that we were soul mates...that isn't overly reletave to this story either.

Both he and I had "memories" of us together (as friends, lovers, and side by side in combat) from several different lives...all of which LONG before our births within the 1900s. We have had visions of similar (and in some cases SAME) scenes and places in both Ireland and England. (Keep in mind that neither of us have been to either land in this life, but yet we had great detailed "memories".)

~Tiggs~