Nostalgia is wild. One second you’re in the middle of your day, and the next you’re hearing a song, smelling something familiar, or scrolling past an old photo—and boom, you’re 17 again. Or 25. Or whatever age where life felt like it was just starting or falling apart or both. But here’s what I’ve been thinking: the past isn’t something you’re supposed to escape or stay stuck in. It’s more like a toolbox. The stuff you’ve been through, the people you’ve loved or lost, the wins, the mess-ups—all of it shaped you. And that’s not something to forget. But it’s also not something to keep reliving like a highlight reel or a bad dream. You’re here now. That’s what matters. Take the lessons. Keep the memories that still make you feel something. But don’t carry every old version of yourself like luggage. You’re not that person anymore—and that’s a good thing. So yeah, please do remember. But also, please do move forward. Use the past for direction, not as a place to live. New chapters need space to be written. Available on all DSPs soon.