I think I have this uncanny fetish. I don't mean it in a sexual way but...fetish as in an obsessive attachment on a part of something that is called Life with a certain kind of passion. Actually, I am not sure if I did explain what I really meant when I use this word, "fetish".

This fetish of mine is the willing to spend most of time in my lifetime admiring people or situations that are long gone from this world. People in the books, those statues, memorials, and that people always talk about. The ones that become a part of strangers' life and shape their life. Or about the times in the world's lifetime and the places on this world.

If I could rewrite my previous paragraph in something simpler, plainer, and shorter, I'd say this: I do have a relationship with the past.

I truly believe that nobody knows themselves until s/he understands their past. The past is the key component to discover one's identity and how one wants to be identified as. So, in other saying, I believe an individual doesn't know the worth of oneself if the past is not embraced with a respect. We all were born into this place without knowing a single thing of every why and how. One of a few closest things that can bring some understanding and the answers of this place is to see the past and understand why we are seeing things the way it is being seen in this world.

Someone or something in the past...once changed either a part or entire world. Every time that happens, it adopts the responsibility in shaping the life of the next generation on this planet. In a sense, every thing we see right now is composed of the past.

Since I truly believe that, I hold a strong fascination and admiration towards the concept of the past and its importance. Yeah, to make everything into something once again simpler, plainer, and shorter--yet I still will question on the "simpler" part because I still am not sure if this does make a sense--that history, also known as the past, is my fetish of life...my obsessive attachment.