Hey there new. 

I recently realized the danger of hanging on to the past. Not in the depressing kind of way, like frequently thinking of our ex or anything like that. But more to a hopeful kind of way. Hanging on to a certain type of thinking, that once had made us happy, something that we are not indulging in this current present. 

Something that we had, yesterday or yesteryear, and the memory of it was so beautiful that we wish we can have it again. Now. Maybe just once. Or more. Because we are so sure that it will be blissful, exactly as it was before. 

But of course, we have forgotten why we stopped having it in the first place. Most probably, because we decided that it was not the right way to go. Ah, the forbidden fruit, even more tempting us.

We can long, wish, hope. But we know deep down it is not something we still want.

We can long, wish and hope.

But why should we?

I'm forgetting, and it's almost forgotten.

An attempt to be normal (again) (too).