I fail to understand why some people believe the past is a ghost or ugliness to  be set aside.  It has an unparallled beauty , charm, romance and sanctity entirely of its own and will never be replicated.

I think of the love of my parents and siblings, the innocence of my childhood days, my first waking to love, the comfort of friends
and my early exposure to music, poetry and the other arts
which have made my life so cheerful , meaningful and worthwhile.

And looking back I am so full of gratitude for what I had and such thoughts will give me the strength and inspiration to live through my darkest hours