Sometimes I wonder why we hold on to things the way we do. Why is it that we find it so hard to let go? Of what we used to know, what we thought we knew, what we wanted to believe we knew..
I know it all sounds rather convoluted.
Why would we fight for things that aren't really even on the periphery of who we are any longer?
Why would we hold on to things that do nothing but hold us back?
Why would we cling onto mere fragments of things we used to know simply because they happen to be things we used to know?!
I think it's because to some extent, things we used to know are a part of who we are today. They don't necessarily define us, but the battle scars we bear are a symbol of everything we've come through, everything we stood for, everything that led us to this moment.