"The past is so strange. It's like a fantasy, something that doesn't exist. And yet it never goes away." - Thoughts kept
I don't know if I'm getting old, but looking at the past starts to feel like trying to recall a dream. I know certain things happened, but I don't remember the details, and I hardly remember the feelings. There are things that happened so long ago that they don't even matter anymore.
This is reinforced by the constant advice from everyone to leave the past in the past, to enjoy the present.
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