The past must be let go before the future can be grasped.
I think of an old sermon my grandfather quoted from time to time— something about not looking back when you’re plowing a field, but instead finding a mark in the distance and focusing on that. Otherwise, the rows won’t come out straight.
Sooner or later, the future always circles back to the past.
Eventually, you must stop running to something or from something and embrace where you are. Otherwise you’ll never embrace anything.
