An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

Why do we try to colour our past with the colours of our present day frustrations and grievances, or our gratitude.  Because I'm angry with you today, you have actually never done anything right by me! That's the attitude.  How can we separate our past events from our present,   no matter how much they allure!  So when it comes to history,  our culture, religion, and our society,  we don’t get all mixed up!  I'm trying really hard to get a handle on our past, which is so fluid already!  How can I say anything for sure!! Just accepting the present without thinking of the past is so very difficult of course!  Oh dear, let's just try at least to be more accepting,  forgetting somethings, remembering some, and let the present take its course! 

History is written by victors,  as those who own the present,  they write the past, too!  But what happens to those who lose,  are defeated, or dead, or both,  Those who lose their past as well as their present!  What happens to their stories of their reality? They are not in history, but these stories survive,  to be told, transmitted from one generation to the next.  People might accept their defeats but they never forget!  Yes, it is history too. It is their reality, their history.  It never goes away.  That's what happened here too,  and that's what surely happened, Elsewhere  as well. 

 The relationship of Silence This relationship of silence between us opaque, and  thick, that one could cut it with a knife, like the skin of a butchered animal,  revealing all the gory details of our strife. Your insolence, and my defiance,   your not remembering, or acknowledging, mine not forgetting, or forgiving! Yes, the victor gets to write history. And history decides who and for that matter ‘what’ is remembered  in the story. But I refuse to be forgotten, or to forget what you did.  You may ignore my presence: But I was, and I'm, and I will be! I am alive, am here and I will be. you can't overwrite me. I’m of the land, the mountains, the trees, and of the sea I never tried to write my name on them, like you did,  I am them, and they are me!