Our nostalgia often paints rose-colored lenses memories of our past. Just take our first love. we remember it fondly and with reverence and we buy in to the trope of first love never dies. We try to revisit it and we are also reminded why they did not work out and often the memory is shattered.

I have lived a life of regret and depression so I take each day that I live past December as one that needs to be lived for others, to let go of my selfishness and be a person who enjoys the life that I share with them now. To live without regrets if I am to die tomorrow.