Unnamed #2

You're born, and you're pure.

Seconds later, when your lungs activate properly and you start crying, that's it. Game over. It's all downhill from there buddy.

You live your life, you experience good times, you experience bad times, it's called life.

Sometimes the bad times are more than the good ones and at those moments you tell yourself life sucks. Sometimes it's the other way around and you're happy, but I don't believe either state can stick around forever.

So eventually if the bad times get too much, you've suddenly had enough of this sucky life and you decide you'll start anew.

You'll remove your past.
You might find completely new friends, the old ones connect you to you.
You might move away, you don't need that old place anymore.
You might start new hobbies, the old ones never worked out okay anyway.
You might find new interests, you've had enough of these old ones.
You might start listening to new music, the old one was nothing special.
You might buy new clothing, fashion changes everyday.
You might delete all your Facebook pictures, you don't need them anymore you're a new you afterall.

And then you say "Voila."

But you can't start anew. That's the thing about the past, it's your past. You can't ignore it. It is your life. It is your experiences. They leave scars in different forms and shapes. Mental, emotional, physical, psychological. You are not your scars, but they definitely helped make what you are now. No matter what or how much you change, a part of you will always be affected by these scars, by your deleted Facebook pictures, by your old clothing, by your old music, by your old interests, by your old hobbies, by your old town, by your old friends... by your past.

Your life is like a blank sheet of white paper, pure. Then you start writing on it, and the ink makes it impure. But the ink also gives it life. The ink cannot be erased. But the more you write the less important the first few words seem, but they will always be there.

In the end, you are you.