The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer,
    The headstones thicken along the way;
And life grows sadder but love grows stronger,
    For those who walk with us day by day.
The tear comes quicker, the laugh comes slower,
    The courage is lesser to do and dare;
And the tide of joy in the heart runs lower
    And seldom covers the reefs of care.
But all true things in the world seem truer,
    And the better things of the earth seem best,
And friends are dearer as friends are fewer,
    And love is all as our sun dips west.
Then let us clasp hands as we walk together,
    And let us speak softly, in love's sweet tone;
For no man knows on the morrow whether
    We two pass on--or but one alone!

                                               By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

We are Titanic, our past an iceberg;
yet able to challenge the orbit of time.

The past is a most peculiar thing and not for the faint of heart. If we are to live a life worth living; we must all take a trip down memory lane.

You must, you must, you must face your problems, we all have them. Our past is filled with failure; we are Titanic, our past an iceberg, yet able to challenge the orbit of time. Yesterdays story, lacking not regret, and it takes more than just learning to move on. Free, let loose our past mistakes and the mistakes others have done to us; we must face it, challenge it, analyze, and never forget. We don't forget in order to be consumed by bitterness, by rage. We never ever forget so we know not to let it happen again, to save a friend or foe when recognized.

The past is a most peculiar thing and not for the faint of heart. If we are to live a life worth living; we must all take a trip down memory lane.

Give me your word; tis life to my bones
Mind once divided, with you now sown
Courageous they’ll say with you by my side
Dig deep, expand, ah hah! It's I by your side
What could I give, a being so radiant, far from dull.
To you, only you,  I give my soul.