One of my favorite feelings is the sense I get from pouring over parts of my past before lighting them up and leaving it all behind me to start over again.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love being able to escape my past, even though my past was great.
I think the beautiful thing about the past is that it leads you to the present.
Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories.
I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.
For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.
I find going back through things sometimes exhilarating because I find things I didn't know I had, and sometimes it's very off putting because there are things I never quite finished, and there's nothing at all to do about it now.
I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.
It's very intense to go back to the past and revive work that I've already experienced and moved forward from. It's like seeing an old girlfriend - awkward at times, nostalgic at times and downright maddening and embarrassing.
Very often, as I wander through life, I'll get that old feeling that I've come back from the future, and I'm living in the past. And it's a really horrible feeling.
Living in the moment, thinking about the future, and staying connected to the past: That's what makes me feel whole.