“It doesn’t matter where you’re coming from; all that matters is where you’re going.”
(Brian Tracy)
Recently, I had a nice, long talk with a friend about the power of memories. We agreed that some days, a memory can burn brighter than the sunshine in any modern moment.
And that, my friends, can be deceptive.
We build up the past in hopes of it taking away the pain of the present. Or the boredom. Or the troubles. Or simply the routine. It’s our escape into something that’s familiar while being just foreign and different enough from our current situation.
After many questions, a few tears, a couple glasses of wine and a goodbye, this is what I emailed my friend.
The past is precious because that’s exactly what it is.
“When you finally let go of the past, something better comes along.”