October 19, 2025
Every so often, a Thought of the Day and Question of the Day line up so perfectly itâs almost eerie. Todayâs pairing feels like that, a little spooky, a little reflective, and a lot true. Weâre talking about ghosts, both the kind that rattle chains and the kind that live rent-free in your head.
đ Thought of the Day: âThe past is never dead. Itâs not even past.â â William Faulkner
I love that line because itâs one of those quotes that keeps finding new ways to haunt you depending on when you read it. Faulkner wasnât just talking about history; he was talking about memory, the way we carry old moments with us whether we mean to or not.
Think about it: how many arguments are you still having in your head from five years ago? How many times have you replayed a conversation, wishing you said something smarter, funnier, or at least less awkward? The past doesnât stay buried. It lingers. It whispers. It shapes the way we walk into every new room.
I think thatâs why haunted places fascinate us so much. We donât just believe theyâre haunted by the dead,we suspect they might be haunted by the living too. Every story, every rumor, every creaky floorboard carries a memory someone couldnât quite let go of.
And if you really think about it, our minds are a lot like old houses. Some rooms we keep pristine and well-lit; others we avoid entirely. But the ghosts still wander the halls, old regrets, lost loves, missed opportunities, the âwhat-ifsâ that refuse to move on.
If youâve ever caught yourself wincing at something you did in 2013 while brushing your teeth, congratulations: youâve just been haunted by your own past.
For another reflection on how the past never quite leaves us, check out âLife Finds a Wayâ, where I talked about growth, survival, and how we keep pushing through, even when the past tries to hold us back.

đ» Question of the Day: Have you ever been on, or would you go on, a ghost tour?
My answer: Not yet, but I really want to.
Living near Philadelphia, Iâve had my eye on Eastern State Penitentiary for years. That place looks like the kind of prison that still echoes with footsteps when no oneâs there. The idea of walking those cold, crumbling hallways while a guide whispers about inmates who never really left? Yeah, that sounds like a perfect October night.
I donât think Iâd last long if anything actually happened, though. Iâd like to think Iâd power through to see what happens, but Iâd be gone faster than a fart in the wind. But still, thereâs something about those tours that feels⊠necessary. Like a way of saying, âHey, we remember you. You mattered.â Even if âyouâ was just an urban legend or a long-dead warden with unfinished business.
And maybe thatâs why weâre drawn to them. Ghost tours arenât really about the dead, theyâre about us. Our curiosity. Our fear. Our desire to believe that stories never truly end, they just fade into the next chapter.
I might not have been on a ghost tour yet, but Iâve definitely walked through my share of haunted memories, places I canât revisit without feeling something flicker deep down. And thatâs the real haunting, isnât it? The moments that still make the hairs on your arm stand up long after theyâre gone.
If you like todayâs theme, you might also enjoy this one about poking life with a stick.
đŹ Your Turn
Would you ever go on a ghost tour? Have you been on one that stuck with you?
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