Had some melancholy today after reading some junk on letting go of the past. I found it such a piece of BS. It actually hurt.

People ask me to do so all the time - even friends and loved ones.

Try being told you could never do what was most important to you. I turned to my BF, passionate about motorcycles, and said, "What if you could never ride one again? What if you were told you weren't even allowed to look at one? Could you just forget that?"

People tell me to be happy with what I do have - as though a flat paved path is supposed to take the place of mountain climbing. To my boyfriend I said, "Not to worry, you can always ride a child's tricycle."