There are far better things ahead than we leave behind,
Or so I have read somewhere,
From some famous author or speaker or whatever.

There are far better things and people and moments ahead, I've come to find;
It's true. The past becomes so, evaporates into thin air,
Only allowing what's to come next- the better.

The better sometimes takes its time to arrive,
And doesn't always make itself known;
Sometimes it's under your nose and you haven't a clue.

Sometimes it's easy to attain, sometimes you strive
To even have enough eyesight to be shown
What is so much better ahead that what is behind, what you knew.

The past is where it is for a reason,
And I've come to accept that people will
Fall behind in time and become mere memories,

Though that's okay when you understand that they'll come and go like seasons,
It's okay that people remain still
In time and never return just to please

The insatiable want for people from your past-
No, people will leave.
It will hurt, you will cry, you will lose.

And when others arrive, and they last
Beyond the fights that make us upset and grieve,
Past the small incidents that ultimately help us choose

Who is worth the fight,
Who is worth the time,
Who is worth the effort, because without a doubt

You will accept that some just might
Thankfully stick around- I've come to find
That this is what I've been hearing about.