I have always been told not to look to the past because the future is where I am headed. Frankly, I disagree. The future and the unknown is what I find frightening, and constantly thinking of it drives me insane. In times of sorrow, I look to the past. I am not saying you must toss the future aside, because the future is inevitable. However, the past has so many definite good things woven throughout it that lift spirits and give hope. So my advice to you, to whoever is reading this, is not to ignore the future, but rather in times of sorrow, allow yourself to dwell on the past, for at some point in your life, it was fucking awesome.