Bullets of the Past

Memories of my former self always prove to be painful. I get lost in day-to-day activities and convince myself that my path to a better me has not been in vain...I'm getting there. I'm surprisingly logical in my efforts, until others invite themselves into my walk. My path then becomes more like a battlefield.

"Say, do you remember how horrible you used to be in the past?"

BANG!

The words hit me like a bullet, wounding my knee and slowing my walk.

"What about that time you were in the wrong place with the wrong people?"

BANG!

Bullet to the hip, further impairing me and slowing my walk.

"And how about all of those bad choices you made? Do you remember? Do you?"

BANG!

Another shot! This shot hits my shoulder. As I fall to my unwounded side, I try to decide if I continue down this path in a most slow and painful crawl or, lay there, stuck with bleeding reminders of who I was before.

"Hey, do you remember how great you were doing before you were hit with your past?"

BANG!

Kill shot! Right to the head.

What if we focused on who we are today instead of how we once were or will be before we are dead?