You are so right. The past is indeed an unproductive state of mind to get lost in. Sometimes, however, there are forces that keep smacking us on the head to think back and wallow. Been there, done that. No more. Thanks for the enlightening explore here.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Rebecca