Looking back is easy, remember that it's just the past...that's the hard part.

I guess time really does change a lot of things.  Hell, it changes everything.  How things look, how things feel, who we are, and who we are becoming.  It is only when you take the briefest of moments to look back, do you notice the stark contrast of then and now.  Time is not a friend, nor is it an enemy- time just is. Ever present from your intake of breath, to the death of seasons.

Living in the past, it doesn't really make much sense.  Nothing is the same as it was a minute ago, an hour ago, a year ago.  Life isn't the same, the world isn't the same, and you sure as hell aren't the same; try as you might to never change.

Things that you thought were important fall by the wayside when it's 2 am, and you're sitting in the bath room; typing out pieces of your soul into the ether.  Somethings come into focus sharply; sticking you like a needle forgotten in a garment you're wearing.  Others fade into shadow; like the moon cast behind clouds on a cool Fall night.

Or maybe all you're left with is questions and fears.  Things that gnaw at you; tear at you from your internal purgatory.  The things that drive you.  Things that make you grateful for the passage of time, because every minute that passes is minute further from this.  Another minute, another lifetime.

Suddenly time itself is changed.  Transmogrified into a bright, shiny penny found heads-up on the pavement.  New and full of promise.