We hold on to our past. We compare our present to it. In some instances, we celebrate while suffer in rest. I have known some people constantly living and dying in the past. They gave up their purpose after losing money or loved ones. I have also seen some moving break free, fearless from their past, and making the best of their present.
Our life is a gift. We are better than the cattle: artificially born for consumption or a larva born to die in few days. How much do we have to hold on to our past and live miserably?