The mind is a walled sanctum
That preserves every hate every joy every guilt and every moment that we live
not because it has to but because we need the reminiscence of the past
not in order to get stuck there
but in order to move forward.

It is a reminder that the person you were,
for the people you had,
in the habitat you flourished,
no longer has the competency to hold you
what you had is gone
  what you have is gonna be nothing like what you had.
and its about time that you
Move Forward