Living in the Past

When do we stop being defined by our past? By what we have done that we regret? By the memories that are always in our minds? After how many months, do we forget? At some point the things from the past start to fade and we forget. Yes, we can document memories with pictures, blog entries, or journaling. But those details will never live up to the actual moment.

Lately, I find myself forgetting significant details of my four months spent in Australia. I find myself forgetting the last day that I hugged my dad. I find myself forgetting how much I loved driving home to Belleville and spending time with my friends.

I find myself forgetting the good things, but I find myself still remembering the bad. How do I stop this from happening?

This reminds me of the summer after freshman year of college. I was hurt, heart broken and torn apart. When did those feelings stop? When did those feelings become a thing of the past? When did I move on? And why can't I do that now?

All I want right now at this time in my life is to move on from the past. I'm tried of living in the past. I want to live in the now, but I just don't seem to know how.