Sometimes I look at the things surrounding me in a different way.
Then I see the positive things in my dark past.
It hits me like nostalgia without the hint of melancholia.
More positive, like the way I want my life to be.
I appreciate my past, because even if it was bad most of the time, I still learned from it, my how I learned from it, and learning is positive.
Mistakes were made, some were bad, some happened to be "happy accidents".

And maybe if you have the time, I tell you about all the things that were positive in my past, about all the things of my past that I found worthy of being appreciated.
Come, Darling, let's appreciate our pasts.