Narrative Ghosts

I’ve noticed that we carry ghosts with us, all the time, hundreds of them. More, if we have narrative minds.
There’s the boy from fifth grade that was going to notice you, and hold your hand; the audition that you were going to master and be chosen as the soloist and that would change your path forever, and so many others.
They happen at the moment people make a decision, different from the one you want, and your fantasies created another path for them — in your spirit — and a ghost is born, tethered to your soul.
You are surrounded. Let them go…

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