I know why a heart gets lonely...

Lately I have been obsessed with memories and the way they have molded me almost subconciously. I’ve also been thinking about different views of the afterlife and how there’s this idea of someone’s soul maybe lingering behind and become a ghost. I think it’s intriguing that there’s this stigma attached to the idea that a person’s soul can still remain on this earth even when their bodies are decaying in the ground. Why do so many socities and cultures believe in ghosts and hauntings? Is it something we make up to ease our minds when something is out of place in our universe? We aren’t even able to physically locate the soul... or even define it for that matter, so how can a soul just wander about the Earth? We hear people’s testimonies about strange things that have gone awry - books flying across rooms, beds being shaken in the middle of the night, ghastly voices. Is it psycological?

I know I have ghosts, but they are definite ghosts of memories. They are the people who have molded me and who remain with me because a bit of their soul was passed onto me. They are family and friends. Some of them aren’t even people, but abstract experiences and senses. They are long past, but they are still able to comminucate with the world through me. Who am I to deny these ghosts and to be completely individualistic? Aren’t we just inviting spirits into our lives when we simply live the way we do every single day?

Ghost hunters must be the lonliest people on the planet, because to not own ghosts is to be alone. To have to track down someone else’s ghosts must be so that you can claim them for yourselves. I guess in a way we are all ghost hunters. We are all reaching for explainations as to who we are and that pursuit must be an ongoing one. For, if it’s not, we ourselves are but mere ghosts and memories.