"YESTERDAY"

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be

There's a shadow hanging over me

Oh, yesterday came suddenly

Why she had to go

I don't know she wouldn't say

I said something wrong,

now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Why she had to go

I don't know she wouldn't say

I said something wrong,

now I long for yesterday

Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play

Now I need a place to hide away

Oh, I believe in yesterday

Mm mm mm mm mm”

Writing today’s post gives me a recollection of the tv series in the early 90’s “The Wonder Years” a story of a young boy’s life in the past as being narrated by him in the present. As well as the song entitled “Yesterday” by the Beatles in the 60’s. Watching and listening to these was fun and entertaining but mine isn’t. There is a big disparity between fiction and reality. Reality can slice you with the precision of a cold sharp knife with no remorse, unfeeling, and no questions ask.

For the past few days and weeks (and the entirety of my life, the time when I learned how to remember) I can’t stop thinking about the “yesterday;” my “not so lucky past.” And honestly speaking, I could not even think of any difference that made it worth remembering. The question now is “why even bother to think about the past?” as if I can do something about it now. I am fully aware that I can no longer correct the past. But why does it keep on haunting me? It comes out from no where and it gets annoying even more. To the point that its making my present a living hell. Everything is at a standstill for me now. I could not even function and make my life productive. The only consolation that I get is I can write something about it. Not that I get pleasure writing it, but on the contrary it just makes me numb.