Could there be a reason, however
justifiable, to stunt one’s own growth? Is masochism too simple an excuse?
Could it really just be that an individual prefers to dwell in the stagnant
mires of the present moment?
It’s too easy to judge. Perhaps I am just
not ready to develop, to continue, to let go of the past. This focus on all the
yesterdays obviates prospects for a full and lively future…which couldn’t
affect me less. I’m a past-dweller, and I’m comfortable with that.