Don’t look back––what is done is done.
Lo Echo, Echo esta.
‘Crying until I can no longer cry
Calling your name out in the middle of nowhere
Will not bring you back alive
Or will not undo the past.'
El Pasado is El Pasado.
Twelve hours ago become history already.
Pounding on your past will not bring you anything back,
But cloud your mind on unwanted, unneeded-emotions-thoughts:
On what could of, what would of,
Or what should of––been.
This brings you nothing new to the creation of your presence
And or future awaiting you.
I am not saying that El Pasado is not valuable or not a learning experience;
Take what you want from it:
The experiences gained, the learned lessons, the memories;
And move forward, solo para adelante.
Nadamas, don’t look back.
You can’t undo El Pasado:
You can’t disappear, you can’t undo, what happened;
Something that may have been out of your control.
Words said cannot be unsaid,
They cannot be taken back,
They could only continue to be created.
All that is left is that future,
Tu presencia esta garantizada.
Toma control ahora en adelante.
If you turn back,
You may not return,
Or may not continue,
Or may lose your path,
O pueda que te quedes atascada.
One day, un dia, in another world,
You will revisit, but not in this world.
Segue tu camino para adelante,
Deja todo lo demas en SU Pasado––‘donde pertenece.’
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Second by second.
These are the small steps moving us forward,
Not that unknown future,
Pero nuestra presencia.
That presence predetermines our future:
If it exists,
O it’s just our imagination..
Of all the things you can tell your own self, what is one thing you would tell yourself?