The Meddler

Time and again, we let her come.

She has become ubiquitous in our lives.
Serenading in and out of the realms of our mind leaving a thousand of her questions;

"Was I right?
Did I deserve it?
What if she was lying?
What if black is my color?
What if I was never truly loved?"
....

Her questions are incessant and pricking and torturing.

We are puppets in her hand.
Laughing when she cracks a joke,
Crying when she cracks my relations, and
Yearning when she leaves me feeling loveless.

Just for one moment, let us stop and look her in the eye.
She does not exist yet she controls us, for our love for her empowers her.
She only burns and blanches our mind and soul.
We need to let her go. We need to let 'the past' go.

The answers hold no meaning,
The righteous, the evil doer, the good, the bad, the ugly. None hold any meaning and significance.
After all truth is nothing but my very own version of my reality.

Walking with her (the past) is like driving with our eyes in the rear view mirror all the time. We are bound to crash and plunge. So let's take our eyes off and move ahead with bountiful of life in our hands.

P.S.: Look out for the hidden treasure of happiness in 'Her' kitty.