I know this is true, but I can't help myself. I keep catching glimpses of photos and find myself wishing for those times. Not because I want to relive or live in the past, but because they are proof I did something, that I lived.
How does one go about living in the present, enjoying the mundane, while processing the past and planning for the future without going crazy? Or at the very least becoming dissatisfied and frustrated, missing out on the rest of the painting?