Ghosts

Maybe ghosts aren't real. And that the only real ghosts are the ones lurking inside of us that we give power to haunt us, like memories or secrets locked up within the chambers of our own soul. Or maybe it's the ghosts of fear and indifference and unmet expectations and broken dreams that torment us, more than anything. Maybe it's the ghosts of our own disillusion. And wanting to break free.

(Google image: This painting by Michael Whelan of a man seemingly disillusioned by so many things is really worth a thousand words. Maybe I can identify with the man in the painting?
Maybe not.)