Dear The Past

As you might be aware, I have moved on. In case you didn't know, take this correspondence as a formal termination of the relationship that we have had. Yes, we broke bread and partook from the same glass. But that was then. Staying together henceforth would give me a false sense of security. Look, the bread is since gone, and the glass is broken. Although we have beautiful stories and memories to tell, they are not helping anymore since they are just but stories. Memories of good times bring tears not good times.

Yes, I have erred and trespassed back then. I was tried and convicted. Because I am stuck in you, with you, my sentence is not coming to an end. Is it a life sentence? When am I going to be pardoned and left to pick the pieces of whatever is left and mend them? Is it a crime that our paths once crossed? Each time I attempt to move forward, you either trip me to fall and start all over or you persuade me to start all over again. You keep on reminding me of the petty things that I did. You keep on bringing it back to obstruct me from moving forward. For how long am I going to be a prisoner, your prisoner? For how long am I going to be blackmailed? Not this time again. I am moving on.

You told me knowing the units of measurement and theories is the ultimate purpose for existence. You said it is the measure of the contents of one's mind and you denied everyone else opportunities basing on that. But if you know the unit of measurement without understanding it's meaning, does it make you smarter than he who doesn't know it but knows something is wrong in the world? Yes, a negative and a negative gives a positive. But can a wrong be corrected by another wrong?

You celebrated wickedness in the name of business. You celebrated the success and expansion of arms companies. And you shade tears when little kids were bombed and poisoned. Are those genuine tears? Yes, bombs don't bomb people, people bomb each other... People with bombs bomb others and evade responsibility. They deflect the blame to the victims. And you made us exalt villains and condemn victims whom you accused of provocation. Now that there is nothing but silence in their old habitats, are you happy?

I have decided to dissociate with the darkness of yesterday and embrace the light of today. After the war of yesterday, I don't understand we are still armed. After the meal of yesterday, I don't understand why no one is cooking today. A single meal, no matter how delicious, doesn't sustain for eternity. I am done, I am leaving. If you want to go, I have no problem with that. My problem is when you try to convince me to stay here with you. No, I am not staying. There is no inspiration here. There is no signal here...

I wish you the best,

Yours,

Me, Phenias F. Sadondo

PS: If you want to journey with me, a ride to tomorrow is free, you don't pay anything. Just Dream and Believe, and you'll Achieve! 

This letter first appeared on Phenias' Facebook proile on April 15th, 2018