The Past is gone. But the Past haunts.
It for sure gave us memories. Some good, some bad. Cherish the good ones? Remember all that we can pity for.
The good ones make us weep, as they exist no more or are not the same anymore.
The scars, we keep them fresh by reminding ourselves of the misery.
Be it merry or unfortunate one, what is gone is gone. Living in the past is not going to do any good in the present. Infact, it is creating a hollow within, submerging us into the deep trench. Agonizing, we run around for someone to support us. Forget that we can stand alone, Independent.