Anew
It's the first day of a new month and I'm thinking of the past - of all the places there I'd visit were it possible, of all the things I wish I'd been a part of. Yet, while there is a twinge of loss and wistful regret, the past is not the place to lay one's hat. We can only go forward. Ceasing to move forward is a living death without evolution, creation, or becoming. So, while remembering that the past is what made me, I think of tomorrow, and remind myself that every day is the chance to start anew.