You can't let your past define your future. Once you get that figured out, you begin to understand the joy of living the present. And the present is full of tiny gifts that we can only see when we stop looking behind and ahead of us. Sometimes these gifts land right at our feet. Sometimes, it's or feet that carry us toward them, running at full-speed until our hearts nearly give out. Either way, never stop noticing them, and never stop wishing.
Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.