Some people have monsters under their bed waiting to come out at night once the lights are out, eager to frighten the wits out of someone with the flicker of a shadow, the lonely shriek of the wind.
I have ghosts under my bed.
Ghosts aren’t as scary as monsters. Ghosts aren’t solid. They can’t touch you. But I would rather have a monster under my bed because with monsters, I can beat and throw things at them until they’re sent cowering back under the bed where they won’t dare to venture out again. At least monsters are tangible creatures I can push away and conquer.
Ghosts are much, much worse. Ghosts are my past, my present, my future. Ghosts are if only, what if, so what, maybe. Ghosts are me, and all the thoughts that haunt me relentlessly. Your worst enemy is yourself, they say.
I’m haunted by myself.
I have memories that I don’t tell others, not even my closest friends. I have memories no one else knows. I have memories that I don’t want to remember, memories that I would give almost anything to erase completely. Memories that I never want to have happened. They creep on me at night, when the monsters are out roaming the bedrooms of others, because that’s when the ghosts haunt me.
But why should I dwell upon these? Why give in? I am my worst enemy—the ghosts are my greatest fears, but that means I am also the greatest opposition to the ghosts. If my own ghosts can defeat me, then that means I can defeat my ghosts.
So don’t let the past haunt you. Defeat it. Learn from it and use it to help you in the future. When night comes I’ll be waiting, and this time, having ghosts under my bed is so much better than having monsters under my bed.
I have ghosts under my bed.
Ghosts aren’t as scary as monsters. Ghosts aren’t solid. They can’t touch you. But I would rather have a monster under my bed because with monsters, I can beat and throw things at them until they’re sent cowering back under the bed where they won’t dare to venture out again. At least monsters are tangible creatures I can push away and conquer.
Ghosts are much, much worse. Ghosts are my past, my present, my future. Ghosts are if only, what if, so what, maybe. Ghosts are me, and all the thoughts that haunt me relentlessly. Your worst enemy is yourself, they say.
I’m haunted by myself.
I have memories that I don’t tell others, not even my closest friends. I have memories no one else knows. I have memories that I don’t want to remember, memories that I would give almost anything to erase completely. Memories that I never want to have happened. They creep on me at night, when the monsters are out roaming the bedrooms of others, because that’s when the ghosts haunt me.
But why should I dwell upon these? Why give in? I am my worst enemy—the ghosts are my greatest fears, but that means I am also the greatest opposition to the ghosts. If my own ghosts can defeat me, then that means I can defeat my ghosts.
So don’t let the past haunt you. Defeat it. Learn from it and use it to help you in the future. When night comes I’ll be waiting, and this time, having ghosts under my bed is so much better than having monsters under my bed.