Futile recollections of a faded past

Learning to let go of the memories, the people, the scenes we once were so accustomed to of our past,
Is not only necessary, it is inevitable. When images of the past, are always at front display in the window of our mind, it obscures the current situations from being felt and seen clearly.
Moments of the past coloring the inner landscape, our assumptions, our cravings, our expectations and outlook.
When unable to forget, to leave behind that which once was, it can subtly influence how we percieve most things around us. Seeing things with the same filter of shades and thus not allowing new impulses accordingly. When what we once were used to, is what we come to expect because we cling to the ideas of how things once were, we are not allowing room for new truth to be unveiled and felt.
The new places we go, different people we meet, always being compared and overshadowed by the memories that no longer serve any purpose.
Jaded and ignorant of new ventures and people as they truly are, because our mind is so focused on delving in the past of what was, we cannot operate with crystal clarity in the present. When the mind is stuck in another timezone, refusing to function in the present. We might be sleeping while those around us awake, and vice versa.
If the mind and thoughts are never truly present to the now, it can feel like there is a smokescreen gushing out mist of confusion. If we are unable to see the present as it is, without ignorant discrimination of how we believe it to be based on selective grooming from bygone days, we remain stuck in past indignations.
Images, sensations and emotions of the past overlaying the sights before you, causes our vision to be blurred and unclear. When several images are stacked on top of each other, all with a faint and transparent hue, what we are truly experiencing becomes muddled and like a seizure inducing sore to the eyes.
When unable to allow past hurts to fade, past slights, past misunderstandings and past bitterness,
We carry it with us unwittingly to most places we go.
It does not always matter whether the memories were of joy or of sadness, if we are never able to walk life with a clean pair of socks, the stains will eventually start to bother you and cause plenty of funky smells every step you take.
If you never relieve your backpack of its items and weight, carrying all the trinkets and item you have found along the road with you, the load will surely weigh you down.
The same can be said of memories and attachments to the past, never clearing any mental space causes the backpack to be filled to the brim, eventually bursting, if proper proper maintenance doesnt take place.
When we believe ourselves to have seen enough, felt enough, known enough, touched enough, experienced enough, we become oblivious to the fact that no hill of grass is the same, no two snowflakes ever being identical, no flowers growing with the same patterns.
It only feels familiar and known, because we infuse past impressions unto that which is in fact entirely different.