Liking what Paulo said

"As we empty our minds of old stories, a new space opens up, a mysterious feeling of joy slips in, our intuitions grow sharper, we become braver, take more risks, do things which might be right or wrong, we can't be sure, but we do them anyway."
(The Zahir, Paulo Coelho)

I always thought that talking about what happened in the past will only make me want to hold on. The more I talk about it, the more it sticks into my mind. That if I talk about it, I will feel the same way again. I will be transported back in those moments that I keep trying to forget.

But lately, I found out that it's not always the case. I talked about what I felt on and on and now I find myself seeing what happened as what it really should be, that is, a part of my past. I see it as an old story. Sometimes I even feel like it wasn't my story anymore, it was someone else, someone else I may or may not know.

Still, there are old stories that I want to remember as mine. Because I am afraid that if I don't remind myself, I wouldn't be me anymore.

(I know I told you I won't write this way here again. And I did, for the past month. But posted above is a taste of what I write about on my xanga. This might be the last post I will copy from my xanga. I'll try to keep this blog and my xanga blog separate from now on.)