As I look into grave of my past!

My life has brought me to this moment of clarity, where time slows down, and I choose to look back, to see myself. But it's like looking down into the grave of your past. In that, I am reborn.

The past is a gaping hole. You'll end up running in circles until you fall back into the same hole you were trying to escape from, only the hole has grown deeper. No matter how long you spent to climb it out, you can still fall down in an instant.

You can't run from your past. The more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you. Its edges yawn at your heels going out of style. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. And you hear an echo, an old monster snapping eyes open in the depths of your brain. Closing eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.

You see choices you made, you didn't know. It's like a puzzle, like a broken mirror. As you piece it together, you cut yourself. Your image keeps shifting. You die. You live. You're remade.

You ask. Why me? What if? It's not that you were wrong. It's that you always look back with different set of questions...

I’m feeling elation. But it came with the fears that the past evils have arisen up to come along, together, for a ride.

I had lain in the bottom of hole long enough.

It’s time to change.
To escape.

To be free to be myself!

-Omkar Joshi.
(With the inputs from the life of Max Payne!)