Letting Go...

"We create our own demons..." 
"Who said that? What does that even mean? Doesn't matter..."  ~ Iron Man

Often, we love to blame someone for our own mistakes. "I didn't do this" because of someone. The only choice we have, to put it a little differently, is to blame our past self's for it. "I didn't do this because of who I was." But often, even that doesn't change anything. You say that it was your past, but it's still a place from where you haven't walked off yet. And believe me, you just can't accept that you haven't.

Soon, the sense of Deja Vu makes you mumble, "Why am I here again?" when you walk past your coagulated and convoluted yesterday. It works the same way, be it pain or hollowed complacence that you have buried in those pages. 

You did this to yourself. When life gave you a million reasons to walk on, but you just held on for years for a miracle to happen.  You refused to believe when time showed you that it could change anything. That nothing ever lasted forever. That no matter how long you spend trying to climb out of the mess that you were in, you could still fall back in an instant. Something that you believed to have conquered. And someone just called in, to tell you that what you believed true for a lifetime was just a big lie. 

A million turns to the path that you are on, a number they call your 'age' frantically ticking toward the other side of life, and memories tucked away in your pockets that you have no new space for new;  letting go has never been easy. There was rain, always glistening and gnawing away at the deeply seated scars. Scars do fade and wounds do heal, if you let it. 

Simply, the only shackles that hold you back are the ones in your mind.

Simply, "We create our own demons..."