forget the past

I learned this week that living in the past is a waste of time. It’s a waste of time because you can’t go back. I don’t even know if you can waste time. You can’t spend it. You can’t save it. You can’t change it. The second that just passed, why dwell on it if what happened wasn’t what you wanted because you can’t change it. Living in the past is about control for me, wanting to control what I have to realize that I can’t. Wishing for something else and wasting my wishes.