I have a complex relationship with the past. I like remembering the grand adventures, but try to avoid woulda, coulda, and shoulda - aka regrets for what I might have done differently. I do believe that when we make the final accounting of our lives we regret more what we didn't do or say, than we do what we have done and said. Why do we dwell on regrets? The past is gone, once the moment ticks by I can't relive it. I might be able to change it tomorrow, go back and see the museum that I missed, or drive the road again and take the other side of the fork in the road. For the most part, the time is better spent reveling in what I have done and what I am going to do.