More than happiness do I recall..
Empty times I remember, too.
More than that, there are times bittersweet..
Over, all of them;
Rectified, some of them. But where do I sit-
Your memory haunts- but to what extent should one forget?
For a good deal of my (short) life, I have vehemently opposed any and all who claimed to "put the past behind them." Perhaps, if I had ever found someone who did this properly, I would not be so staunchly against it, but everyone I have ever observed who followed that motto put their past so very much behind them that they learned nothing and never had any memorable experiences. All in all, it seemed a very empty way to live a life- the past having no authority or worth whatsoever!
Obviously, since I held that opinion so thoroughly, I dwelt in the past. I lamented the past. I laughed, occasionally, because of the past. I wrote of the past, thought of the past, worshiped the past, and hated the past. It may not have been healthy mentally, but it made for a great "depressed and misunderstood artist" persona. It made for a great deal of self-pity. It made for a pathetic, un-noticed me.
Obviously, neither outlook is good, and I do not know which one is more harmful. My question is.. For me (and for anyone), can I strike a good balance? And is there some things that, if one holds on to them, will prove to be good?