A Time

There comes a point in time in your life when you realize your past is just that, no matter what you think of it or how you would like to change it if only in your mind. It is and there is nothing you can do but keep it and live with it. It's yours, no one else's, not necessarily unique in most ways, but unique in a few that's yours, only because of being yourself then as you are now.

And at that point in time, when you realize it's all you have, your past. What then? If you hate it? If you hate yourself? What do you say then? It can't be undone or be different. It can't be relived? It can't be anything other that what it was and your are because of it. Hate it all you want, you can't disown it without disowning yourself.

Are you ready for that? And if not, what?