(my take on the 13th part of 15 Things You Should Give Up to Be Happy)
What people know me well often forget (myself included) is that I am basically an historian. I have an undergraduate major in European history. I casually read academic church history which would bore most people to tears. I enjoy history documentaries. The most fun movie I have seen this summer has been Abraham Lincoln, the Vampire Hunter. I am a big fan of Renaissance fairs. I think that qualifies me as a history geek, yes?
I could easily live in the past. I sometimes think I was born in the wrong century. But I don’t live then. I live right here, right now. I can take a vacation from 21st-century obligations, but sooner or later, I have to come back. What happens if I don’t?
What happens when I lose anything resembling an objective look at my own past, when I either insist that my past was a lot more perfect or a lot more worse than it really was? I get stuck. My life doesn’t move ahead. I can’t solve today’s problems. I’m not here for the people who love me and count on me in this moment. I’m not human.
My life is not a history book. I dare not dwell in my past. My past belongs to the person I was then, not the person that I am now. There is no going back and I don’t want to. Nothing there I can change, no chances to do over, no truth I can rewrite. What I have is now, give or take 5 min. I live here, like it or not, and so do you. Let’s acknowledge that and live.