On Being Stuck In The Past
It's day 227 of documenting 2025.
It's a Friday....and I'm typing late.
Yep! Didn't write today's post on time, because it's 10:25pm right now...barely two hours before the next day.
And I was kinda discouraged because I hadn't seen any views on the former blog posts before this one.
At some point, I thought
"What's the use? No one's reading anyway!"
But here I am....writing through the twisted mind of mine that got me to not type early in the first place.
So much for using myself as a test subject....😒
I'm going through today's usual section, and I'll share a poem like I promised yesterday.
Alright, let's get it over with...
365 Days With Self-discipline
📌 On Being Stuck in the Past
"People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future."
Quote by Chuck Palahniuk
If you’re using a past story as an excuse for what your life is like today, ask yourself how this strategy has been serving you.
Isn’t constantly looking into the
past reinforcing the belief that you’re a victim?
And if so, how does it affect your chances of succeeding in life?
Unless you turn the page and look to the future, you’ll be forever stuck living in the past, reliving your dramatic story and never changing your identity to create the future you desire.
Yeah...I think this is talking to me too.
Don't get stuck in the past....which is basically what happened 30 minutes ago!
Move forward, do the next right thing 😌
Now, for the poems I said I would share....they're from the newest soul-speak poetry collection, called Lanterns For The Lost.
I think I'll share two poems, and the second one, I've shared before.
Providence Woven In Dust
What is divine
does not stand apart from chaos
even chance wears the robe of purpose.
What breaks you
was permitted to bend you toward something whole.
Even the spinning of the wheel
is governed by hands unseen,
carving meaning from the mess.
You are not separate
from the vast ache of the world.
The shift of the sky, the shiver of the sea,
the quiet death of a leaf
all part of the same breath you carry.
What serves the whole, serves you.
So let the winds blow strange
and the ground give way
this, too, is sacred choreography.
Toss your hunger for more scrolls, more signs.
The answers aren’t buried in pages,
but in surrender.
Die with truth in your mouth,
not bitterness.
Die grateful
for the divine script written in starlight and storm.
Something to think about
What if even the hardest moment of your life was part of a larger healing?
Before the Bell Tolls
How long have you delayed the sacred call
Postponed the hour, though time gave all it could?
Extensions granted, wasted in the stall,
Yet still you breathe. Do you not think you should?
The world you serve, the source from which you came,
Is not a playground for distracted minds.
God doesn't owe you mercy, wealth, or fame
Just fleeting breath, with meaning in its lines.
So focus now, as if it were your last.
Let every act be forged in full intent.
With justice in your grip, leave shameful pasts.
Let anger die, and selfish moods relent.
No need for grandeur, just a reverent pace
A soul unchained, a mind that walks in grace.
Too long you've bowed to whims that steal your fire,
Too long you've let false urgency conspire.
Why tremble at the tasks that lie ahead?
Why feast on fear and call it wisdom's bread?
You are not frail; you've simply been unled.
Now lead yourself, before you're cold and dead.
What kind of legacy will silence speak
When all your hours have vanished from the week?
Will echoes call you brave; or faint and weak?
Will heaven find you full, or lost and bleak?
This is the work: not climbing, but the still.
Not noise, but clarity. Not want, but will.
To pierce the veil of every cheap disguise
And meet your Maker with unclouded eyes.
Something to think about
If today was your last, would your choices honor the life you've been given…or waste it pretending you had more time?
These are just two of the poems from the collection.
You can get more poems and reflective lines from the free ebook.
I think I'll leave you with these for now...
Thanks for reading 🎀
(Even if it's just me reading....)
I'm Duon Ada.
I'm documenting 2025,
And I'll see you tomorrow
Ciao 💕
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