How many of us die without expressing our love to someone. How many of us live in our permutations and combinations about life. How things have changed if we had done this or that.
Our brain likes to confuse us. As a result, a good amount of present gets wasted thinking of the unchangeable past. We dwell in the past and stop living in the present.
I am not saying I am perfect. But I realised about it living half of my life. Our present is what should matter and it will cement our future. Our past is gone, be it good or bad. We have to move on.