Sometimes I watch those ghost/paranormal documentary shows, because it can be somewhat interesting. On the shows they talk about attachments, both the attachments of a spirit to a place, or even a person.
They walk around these dark places, picking up occasional unexplained loud bangs, or white mist-like "anomalies," and sometimes they'll hear random words on a ghost box, or see a dancing stick figure on a special camera.
Sometimes I feel like I have trouble letting go of attachments. Both good and negative. Letting go of the good memories and good times, of old places, where I lived, grew up and experienced joy and comfort. Letting go of past romantic crushes, past relationships, and even letting go of the negative stuff, of old wounds, of insults, being wronged, bad times, bad choices.
And I want to let go. Especially when it is time. After I die, I don't want to end up just being just a dancing stick figure on an SLS camera, or a floating white orb, making unexplained loud bangs just to mess with the ghost adventurers. It is time to move on.
Maybe moving on means learning from the experiences and letting them enrich you, rather than holding on to old hurts or old grief. And really re-learning what it is to live in the now, and look forward to good things to come. The last few times I have returned to my home town it felt like that, it really felt like being a ghost, stuck in the past that has long since moved on. Especially the most recent trip, when I helped Mom move into an assisted living, and said goodbye to my childhood home forever. There is so much going on right here though, that is interesting and relevant.