BREAKING FREE FROM PAST

Whenever there is a calamity or a loss due to destruction in one's life- one should ponder as to the purpose of the act which may or may not be within his CONTROL.
You may have been given a lot of philosophical explanations for such losses but this one is hilarious.Read on...
My laptop HDD crashed night before last and with it went the records of all my existence, scans, passwords, over 1000 pages of writing that I had done in past years, articles,e- books , what we consider most precious- Photographs...everything.
For exactly 15 minutes I pondered over the loss.
Realised that in today's digital world you could actually lose your existence in case the servers of the government or banks crash in case of any eventuality like erstwhile Y2K or a nuclear attack.
However on a philosophical note , this presented me with unlimited opportunities.
Firstly , creating and reconstructing my records from scratch ,and at the same time evaluating how and where a hacker might hack and get hold of my information, thus plugging the loopholes.
But secondly and more importantly it gave me an opportunity to create new ideas for writing and at the same time evaluate where I was wrong or right in judging myself and those thing, ideas and people that I interact with .
Lastly it has taken off any extra baggage that I was carrying in terms of keeping things for reading and enjoying it later on.It has given me an important lesson of reading and thinking in present instead of keeping it for later on- whether it is data on the optical medium or anything in life. So many less Almirhas and wardrobes to build...
My 45 years worth of carefully acquired Book library just lost meaning.
If you are reading this piece , then just read.
No need to save it or forward it , because it will have no value after you have read it.
If you have read it and thought about it it will be YOUR idea and your's to spread forward.
This is the most graphic representation of breaking free from past that has ever crossed my mind.
Hope I did not waste your Sunday afternoon.
Rajeeve Kaushik