I've observed a disturbing trend in people in general. We hold on to our pasts too tightly.
We're all guilty of it, even me. We refuse to acknowledge the child that has become an adult. We cling to old and obsolete rituals. We recount time after time stories of glories long behind us. We hold rose-tinted glasses to past joy and wrap ourselves in the comfort of old grudges. We do whatever we can to rebuke the passage of time. We do all we can to keep the old and familiar.
Time is always moving. Forward. One direction, no backsies. It would do us well to face that direction, considering it's the only way we can go. That is not to say that we should forget our pasts, or not celebrate them. We just can't let our pasts define us. While we are the sum of the experiences and events that occur on or forward path, dwelling in the past as people seem to do tends to leave us quite unprepared for the future. And the future, that's where life is.
The mistakes we make and the successes we have are momentary. Fleeting. Revel in that moment, learn what you can from that moment, and apply it to the next moment. Enjoy the moment for the moment, but don't forget to breathe in the next moment.
Continue going forward.