Ghosts

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Ghosts are kind of a cool concept. They give us the opportunity to believe that life goes on FOR US after someone's death; that the person who has passed on still cares enough about us, about this tenuous life, to hang around even though there ust be some sort of imperative to move onto the next plane.

We are missed. Missed and the object of such strong focus that the departed feels the deep need to communicate with us, to say something so important that the laws of physics and metaphysics are twisted, torn, circumvented and otherwise ignored.

All because of us. We want so much to believe that we are that important.

Either that or we just need to have that person in our lives, even if just on the periphery... something for us, as the ones left behind, to hang onto.

Flitting about like shadows just on the edge of consciousness, these ghosts are obviously the product of our own desire for closure we never got in this world.

By the same token, ghosts do not have to be dead, they can just as easily refer to people who have departed from our lives. Lovers, parents, children, friends…

So, in thinking of them as ghosts we can conjure them us whenever we want and finally can say what we never got the opportunity or did not have the nerve to say. These things can be positive or negative, but we wish we could have had the time or the guts to spill when we had the opportunity.

So the Ghosts of Relationships past can have an effect on our current life, depending on how hard we hang on to the unsaid words hanging on the air like wraiths.

I wonder how many times we see someone talking to themselves as they walk down the hall, or while in their car… how many of those people are having the conversations they wish they could have had, keeping their past alive and encroaching on their current life digging in with little sharp hooks, hanging like curtain climbing kittens.

So, my question for the universe is this: do we hang onto our old relationship ghosts, talking to ourselves in the car and letting them go gradually as we convince ourselves that our lives have branched out far enough for us to stop looking in the rear view mirror? Or, do we cut them off and pretend that we never knew the person?

I suspect that the very human truth is somewhere in the middle.


Just Musing,
Susan



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