Maybe simply because it seems so welcoming, Memory Lane is a dangerous place; a place always haunted with things that once were and things that might have been.

In one of those instances where pretty words mask an ugly truth, Soren Kierkegaard wrote, "life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." One day at a time, step-by-step, life must be lived forwards.

It's funny sometimes, the things that can jog a memory, and how fast feelings that have been hidden for a long time can flit in your face as if they never left. Fear. Uncertainty. Living one day at a time is an act of bravery. It is not easy. It is to surrender to the immutable force that is time, and to understand how limited understanding can be.

Every day is a move forward, away from what once was and toward what is. What is behind is behind, and it moves forward, too. At times we find love, and love carries us and holds us. But if it should grow weary and strained, it leaves behind memory alone. And memory, without love's certainty and security, is an empty skeleton.

We embark upon a forward march, driven by the impossibility of returning to what we once knew; we are, with every morning, as new as every day. Toward making history instead of dwelling in it:

TBF