Reminiscence has always eluded pragmatic minds. The ones who prefer to move on dislike reminiscing and reviewing what has happened. They like to escape the foggy road to the past where time comes to a standstill. Time, down the road-la-reminiscence allows us to observe the past, from different standpoints and biases. Do those who pretend/prefer to be practical and move-on-type have time to lay an elbow and capture the panorama that frozen time creates? The answer is 'maybe'. Because being pragmatic is a relative term. No one ever really ditches reviewing and regretting. It is just a difference of saying and being.
Though we cannot rule out the advantages 'being practical' provides us, we can neither deny the human nature of 'reminiscing the past'. There should be a fine balance of both the qualities in the individual. It is rather slippery, but keeps humanity alive.
When a person's self, after continuous rapping of internal or external stimuli finally makes a segue to the lane where on a weary road made out of bricks of tiny errors, the dry leaves of irony blow across in the knifing wind, it reaches somewhere, someplace obscure, where the grief or regret has been deftly buried. This place is the graveyard in the town of reminiscence. The startling thing about this strange town is that many people who enter with a motive of finding this very graveyard and unearth the regret, seeing it raw in the winds whose booming sound mocks like the society derides a blunderer, end up getting into a bar at the side of the road, forgetting what happened the next day and leaving the town subsequently with no interest left to review their mistake, take an unflinching look at their regret. They oversee the regret in pretension and lethargy.
There are some who reach this very place, dig the corpse of regret out, let it see the day. They clearly behold their mistakes of the past in the clump of raw regret and vow not to make such in the foreseeable future. The wise men. The others who enter are somewhat wise too as they tried to look beyond the gates where ego doesn't let any.
The motive of this practice of finding regret and guilt to change the future is very personal. It is good to dig that loathed 'thing' and it is good not to too. It just depends upon the priorities, demand of loved ones and resurfacing guilt, the rapping on the guarded gates of memory. It is just the flexibility of the individual that matters.
Though we cannot rule out the advantages 'being practical' provides us, we can neither deny the human nature of 'reminiscing the past'. There should be a fine balance of both the qualities in the individual. It is rather slippery, but keeps humanity alive.
There are some who reach this very place, dig the corpse of regret out, let it see the day. They clearly behold their mistakes of the past in the clump of raw regret and vow not to make such in the foreseeable future. The wise men. The others who enter are somewhat wise too as they tried to look beyond the gates where ego doesn't let any.
The motive of this practice of finding regret and guilt to change the future is very personal. It is good to dig that loathed 'thing' and it is good not to too. It just depends upon the priorities, demand of loved ones and resurfacing guilt, the rapping on the guarded gates of memory. It is just the flexibility of the individual that matters.
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