Past

One writer, who was fond of ancient things, had a good friend who has been visiting him from time to time.

Once he decided to pay him a visit and noticed that a writer’s desk was full of old photos, letters, drawings, and other personal belongings, all chaotically scattered.

“What a heap of junk you have created here?” a longtime friend playfully asked the writer.

“I rummage in my past,” the writer answered seriously.

“So, how is it going? Have you already managed to find something outstanding?”

“Mostly old memories. Some of them are pleasant, and some are very painful.”

“And what are you planning to do with them?” asked the writer his friend. “To constantly carry them around with yourself, having filled with them all vital space over time?”

“I don’t know exactly yet. Perhaps, I will manage to find a suitable place for them.”

The friend remained silent and didn’t start arguing – for we have called him a friend for a reason.

The next morning, overlooking the yard, the writer unexpectedly met once again with his friend, who was this time digging some kind of hole near a house’s wall.

“What is that you are doing here?” the alarmed writer asked him.

“Yesterday you have told me that you are looking for a suitable place for your past. Here, I am creating it for you,” answered the friend, winking.

“What, have you decided to bury someone directly under the walls of my home today?”

“Today is always a good day to get rid of the fetters of one’s past,” smiled the friend.