Conflict of Interest

I sit, trying to forget the past for the present, forgetting the present for the future. It seems silly to me, trying to forget the past. That is where we learn the struggles and lessons that define us, define our character. ...Still, I try to forget. The past is where I've been hurt.

The present hurts a little, but not quite as badly. The present I can stand; I anticipate the small pains of the future. I can prepare for those, especially as I grow in perspective of the past.

As the times change from the present to the past, the future to the present, so too, do I change. I grow, and I learn.

I begin to take charge of my life. As I become diverted in my gaze, I find more and more daftness in the idea. Currently, (as always,) my eye rests on a new beauty within the university where I study. She seems to have rejected me, as she has not returned my correspondence. Why I can not seem to put her past me, as is sensible in such situation, I cannot grasp. It defies logic.

But, by Truth, she is beautiful! Why can I not see how to make this so? Perhaps I should try harder to keep to my promise of moving on.