Daily writing prompt

Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

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What has been lived does not dissolve;
it persists, asking to be remembered,
tugging at my sleeve with borrowed sighs.

Time, I have learned, does not proceed cleanly forward.
It folds.
It sneaks in.

Some people want to outrun time.
I sit with it.
I ask it questions.
I listen to what it has to say.

What we love early instructs us later,
often more honestly than intention ever could.

If remembering is to live again,
it is because life itself insists on wholeness, 
that the past must be understood
before the present may be borne with clarity.

I do not fear such return.
Only forgetting.

The future will come.
It always does.

But the past,
the past is the reason I know how to stand here
without fear.