Move on
When I was a child, I loved to play in the sand. I and my friends had this game where we would dig out the sand as deep as possible, leave our legs into the hole and cover it up with the dug out soil. We would then see if we are strong enough to pull our legs out of the soil without using any sort of help. Since we were kids, our deepest dig was somewhere around 1 or 2 feet and we had no trouble to pull our legs out of the loose soil. Sometimes, the boys would pretend that they are struggling to pull out their legs, causing the rest of us to giggle. As an adult I have realized that even today a lot of stand with our legs stuck in soil. But the difference is, we believe that our legs are stuck firmly in the loose soil. We believe that we cannot move because something is holding us down. We don’t even try to move because we feel we cannot escape. The past that torments you is like this loose soil. You cannot run away from it, yes. But at the same time, it cannot hold you down ei...