Ever since I was a young whippersnapper, I’ve always hoarded memories, both good and bad. I’ve stored diaries, pictures, USB drives, mementos from loved ones, and God only knows what else. I’m very sentimental.
I never really learned to let go.
Yesterday, I fully formatted an old USB stick full of old, painful memories, and left another stick with just a few MBs of data that is of a positive nature. I also sorted through some physical things I’ve hoarded and decided to chuck a lot out. I plan on burning old painful diaries and other negative things I have on paper.
It was difficult, but I felt lighter for it, and still sort of do. Somewhat of an emotional and mental cleanse. You know the saying “out of sight, out of mind”? It may well have been out of sight, but in a sense it was in my mind. I don’t need nor do I deserve to drag that stuff around with me throughout my entire life.
I’ve always used the past to self-reflect, practically obsessed over this idea of self-improvement based on previous mistakes, but at the end of the day, it was damaging me in the long run.
I need to learn to let go of mistakes and hurt; of the past.